“At the earliest ending of winter,
In March, a scrawny cry from outside
Seemed like a sound in his mind.
He knew that he heard it,
A bird's cry, at daylight or before,
In the early March wind.”

—  Wallace Stevens

"Not Ideas About The Thing But The Thing Itself"
Collected Poems (1954)

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