
Gertrude Stein
“A Carafe, that is a Blind Glass”
A kind in glass and a cousin, a spectacle and nothing strange a single hurt color and an arrangement in a system to pointing. All this and not ordinary, not unordered in not resembling. The difference is spreading.
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~ by samofthetenthousandthings on August 17, 2018.
Posted in Poetry
Tags: Gertrude Stein, poetry