Map of the World
The world is a map in reverse, And I am drawn to the edges, For there behold— The evening light breaking upon the fields, The wild grasses dance, time stops, And heaven touches the earth.
- Wallace Stevens
Map of the World
The world is a map in reverse, And I am drawn to the edges, For there behold— The evening light breaking upon the fields, The wild grasses dance, time stops, And heaven touches the earth.