The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The reader became the book — and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
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The reader became the book

— and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
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(Wallace) Stevens turns to the idea of the weather precisely as the religious man turns to the idea of God. — Harold Bloom, Wallace Stevens: The Poems of Our Climate
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(Wallace) Stevens turns to the idea of the weather precisely as the religious idea turns to the idea of God. — Harold Bloom, Wallace Stevens: The Poems of Our Climate