Rose Lake, Santa Catalina Mountains — Digital Art by kenne
One imagines him as a prodigious morning walker
And a lonely metaphysician pausing in the park,
A rose rabbi, a sturdy man on a wide path
Dreaming of a sky washed clean by doubt.
One pictures him under the umbrella
Pines and buttonwoods on the way to work,
Imagination’s largest thinker conjuring up
Songs of human radiance twanging in the mist.
One thinks of him by the lake in a rain:
Mirrors on mirrors mirroring the emptiness.
— from At the Grave of Wallace Stevens by Edward Hirsch
Becoming is Superior to Being 
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