“My candle burned alone in an immense valley.
Beams of the huge night converged upon it,
Until the wind blew.”

—  Wallace Stevens , book Harmonium

"Valley Candle"
Harmonium (1923)
Context: My candle burned alone in an immense valley.
Beams of the huge night converged upon it,
Until the wind blew.
Then beams of the huge night
Converged upon its image,
Until the wind blew.

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American poet 1879–1955

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