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The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens by Wallace Stevens
Hi! The creator too is blind,
Struggling toward his harmonious whole,
Rejecting intermediate parts,
Horrors and falsities and wrongs;
Incapable master of all force,
Too vague idealist, overwhelmed
By an afflatus that persists.
For this, then, we endure brief lives,
The evanescent symmetries
From that meticulous potter's thumb.
Book: The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens by Wallace Stevens
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