Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction

The poem of the mind in the act of finding What will suffice. It has not always had To find: it is a finding that has made Itself for itself. Having a complex story, A story that is rich and verdant, akin To the startling colors of the earth—they are The thoughts that differ from the original,
Not those of the latent mind, but those Of the mind appraising and finding, it stands In this way, on the rocks of the morning.

• Wallace Stevens