The flecked river …

“The flecked river
Which kept flowing and never the same way twice, flowing
Through many places, as if it stood still in one.”

“that, in the shadowless atmosphere,
The knowledge of things lay around but unperceived.”

“The vigor of glory, a glittering in the veins,
As things emerged and moved and were dissolved,

Either in distance, change or nothingness,
The visible tranformations of summer night,

An argentine abstraction approaching form
And suddenly denying itself away.”

– Wallace Stevens

ps: There is a reason I am posting this poem under Science.

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