"(but then almost the whole of the first edition of Wallace Stevens's Harmonium was remaindered. I bought two hundred copies at 18 ¢ a copy and gave all except one away)." --Kenneth Rexroth
"FAMINE MOON
No omen, I’m a foetal stone.
I die, null, at a fate lit far —
die raw, one loss, Selene resewn
on woe. We lord a memo-star,
afar, at some mad role we own.
On, we, serene, less sole now are.
I draft. I let a fatal lune.
I die, not slate. O, famine moon!"
--@Anthony_Etherin
Los laberintos de marfil que urden.
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