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The poem is virga, a rain that never falls to earth.
That’s why we look this way, our palms outstretched,
Our faces jacked toward the blue.

Charles Wright, “Thinking of Wallace Stevens at the Beginning of Spring” (via leopoldgursky)

Posted on Tuesday, August 7th 2012

Reblogged from stanza my stone