From myself (Stevens)
I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw
Or heard or felt came not but from myself;
And there I found myself more truly and more strange.
Wallace Stevens, from "Tea at the Palaz of Hoon"
Labels: poetry
We are all patchwork, and so shapeless and diverse in composition that each bit, each moment, plays its own game. And there is as much difference between us and ourselves as between us and others.
—Michel de Montaigne
—Michel de Montaigne
Saturday, August 06, 2016
