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Preface (to my real poetry) of a small, insignificant ode to Wallace Stevens' kooky existentialist wordplay, randomly edited into a stanza from "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird":
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
[It was morning all evening.
Dawn got cracking
and it was going to break.]
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
[It was morning all evening.
Dawn got cracking
and it was going to break.]