Parading

The winter web, the winter woven, wind and wind,

For all the thoughts of summer that go with it,
For all the thoughts of summer that go with it,
In the mind, pupa of straw, moppet of rags.
In the mind, pupa of straw, moppet of rags.
It is the mind that was woven, the mind that was jerked
It is the mind that was woven, the mind that was jerked
And tufted in straggling thunder and shattered sun. —Wallace Stevens
And tufted in straggling thunder and shattered sun.
—Wallace Stevens

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