The House Was Quiet and the World Was Calm
by Wallace Stevens
The house was quiet and the world was calm.The reader became the book; and summer night
Was like the conscious being of the book.The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The words were spoken as if there was no book,Except that the reader leaned above the page,
Wanted to lean, wanted much most to beThe scholar to whom his book is true, to whom
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.The house was quiet because it had to be.
The quiet was part of the meaning, part of the mind:The access of perfection to the page.
And the world was calm. The truth in a calm world,In which there is no other meaning, itself
Is calm, itself is summer and night, itselfIs the reader leaning late and reading there.
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