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HUMAN ARRANGEMENT Place-bound and time-bound in evening rain And bound by a sound which does not change, Except that it begins and ends, Begins again and ends again— Rain without change within or from Without. In this place and in this time And in this sound, which do not change, In which the rain is all one thing, In the sky, an imagined, wooden chair Is the clear-point of an edifice, Forced up from nothing, evening’s chair, Blue-strutted curule, true—unreal, The centre of transformations that Transform for transformation’s self, In a glitter that is a life, a gold That is a being, a will, a fate. — Wallace Stevens

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