42/I [1923–1924] Seated securely on the solid pillar            Of the verses in which I remain,I have no fear of the endless future influx            Of times and oblivion;For the mind, when it steadfastly sees in itself            The reflections of the world,Becomes malleable clay, and it is the world            That creates art, not the mind.Just as the external instant engraves its […]



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