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6.

And then I opened Stevens:

To find of sound the bleakest ancestor,

To find of light a music issuing

That the desire for truth seems fatal to truth . . .

Appoint me my place in the music . . .

So that my presence alone ceases to hush the thrush . . .

Replace the click-clack of reason with the hum of thought . . .

Let is not be be my most accurate song . . .