#stevens supremefiction

[thevulgar]

from NOTES TOWARD A SUPREME FICTION  | Wallace Stevens

To discover winter and know it well, to find, Not to impose, not to have reasoned at all, Out of nothing to have come on major weather,

It is possible, possible, possible. It must Be possible. It must be that in time The real will from its crude compoundings come,

Seeming at first, a beast disgorged, unlike, Warmed by a desperate milk. To find the real, To be stripped of every fiction except one.