“
And to feel that the light is a rabbit-light
In which everything is meant for you
And nothing need be explained;
The trees around are for you,
The whole of the wideness of night is for you,
A self that touches all edges,
You become a self that fills the four corners of night.
—Wallace Stevens, from A Rabbit As King of the Ghosts (1923)
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