Mention308191
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| so:text | One of the limits of reality Presents itself in Oley when the hay, Baked through long days, is piled in mows. It is A land too ripe for enigmas, too serene.… Things stop in that direction and since they stop The direction stops and we accept what is As good. The utmost must be good and is… (en) |
| so:isPartOf | https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Wallace_Stevens |
| so:description | Collected Poems (1954) (en) |
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