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“July Mountain”

12 April 2010

We live in a constellation
Of patches and of pitches,
Not in a single world,
In things said well in music,
On the piano and in speech,

As in the page of poetry-
Thinkers without final thoughts
In an always incipient cosmos.
The way, when we climb a mountain,

Vermont throws itself together.

Wallace Stevens

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