“That scrawny cry — It was
A chorister whose c preceded the choir.
It was part of the colossal sun,
Surrounded by its choral rings,
Still far away. It was like
A new knowledge of reality.”

—  Wallace Stevens

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

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