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A Child Asleep in Its Own Life
by Wallace Stevens
Among the old men that you know,
There is one, unnamed, that broods
On all the rest, in heavy thought.
They are nothing, except in the universe
Of that single mind. He regards them
Outwardly and knows them inwardly,
The sole emperor of what they are,
Distant, yet close enough to wake
The chords above your bed to-night.
–The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play
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Last Poems of Wallace Stevens
Composer(s): Ned Rorem
Song(s): 1. Not Ideas about the Thing but the Thing Itself
2. The River of Rivers in Connecticut
3. A Child Asleep in Its Own Life
4. The Planet on the Table
5. The Dove in Spring
6. Of Mere Being
7. A Clear Day and No Memories