“Tonight the lilacs magnify
The easy passion, the ever-ready love
Of the lover that lies within us and we breathe

An odor evoking nothing, absolute.
We encounter in the dead middle of the night
The purple odor, the abundant bloom.”

— Wallace Stevens

Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942), It Must Change

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American poet 1879–1955

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