Stillness
I lost myself
one dark December night,
when the white winter trees
were covered with snow
and the leafless boughs
were undefined.
I lost myself that night
yet I, unnamed, remained.
If you lose yourself
on a night like this,
when the white winter trees
are covered with snow
and the leafless boughs
are undefined,
it won't matter at all,
so never mind,
you will still be,
as you always were,
the nameless stillness,
being.
~~Wallace Stevens
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