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The light is like a spider.
It crawls over the water.
It crawls over the edges of the snow.
It crawls under your
And spreads its webs there—Its two webs.
The webs of your
Are
To the flesh and bones of
As to rafters or grass.
There are filaments of your
On the surface of the
And in the edges of the snow.
Wallace Stevens
Wallace Stevens (October 2, 1879 – August 2, 1955) was an American modernist poet. He was born in Reading, Pennsylvania, educated at Harvard and
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