• Fat girl, terrestrial, my summer, my night, How is it I find you in difference, see you there In a moving contour, a change not quite completed? You are familiar yet an aberration.

    Wallace Stevens: Fat girl, terrestrial, my summer, my night,
How is it I find you in difference, see you there
In a moving contour, a change not quite completed?
You are familiar yet an aberration.
    Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play”, p.301, Vintage