Valley Candle
My candle burned alone in an immense valley. Beams of the huge night converged upon it, Until the wind blew. Then beams of the huge night Converged upon its image, Until the wind blew.
Wallace Stevens
My candle burned alone in an immense valley. Beams of the huge night converged upon it, Until the wind blew. Then beams of the huge night Converged upon its image, Until the wind blew.
A single candle burns in an enormous valley, and the surrounding dark feels almost physical, pressing in from every side. The speaker seems aware of how small and fragile that one point of light is.
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