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[…] been comforted by things staying the way they are; (staid, vanitas, elegiac)
If she [could] dance[s][…],Under [palm] treesAnd see her image in the riverShe would know.
The care with which […] the green is wrong and the white is wrong, the care with which there is […] plenty of breathing. The care with which there is incredible justice and likeness, all this makes a magnificent asparagus, and also a fountain.
pale—with beauty aghast—[…]in space blue—rides she away from mine chest—illumined strangely
pale—with beauty aghast—
[…]
in space blue—rides she away from mine chest—
illumined strangely
… he was a basket full of different kinds of strange (James S. A. Corey).
“… the cascade of shapes has music in it”