... and a great passage from the genius Wallace Stevens:
"...Evening, when the measure skips a beat
And then another, one by one, and all
To a seething minor swiftly modulate.
Bare night is best. Bare earth is best. Bare, bare,
Except for our own houses, huddled low
Beneath the arches and their spangles air,
Beneath the rhapsodies of fire and fire,
Where the voice that is in us makes a true response,
Where the voice that is great within us rises up,
As we stand gazing at the rounded moon."
This is another poem with which I had become acquainted in college.
"The voice that is great within us" is such a beautiful and inspiring phrase.
An entire book of 20th century poetry is named this ...
Makes sense.
xoxo
Anna
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