Wallace Stevens - Tea at the Palaz of Hoon lyrics
Not less because in purple I descended
The western day through what you called the loneliest air,
Not less was I myself.
What was the ointment sprinkled in my beard?
What were the hymns that buzzed around my ears?
What was the sea whose tide flowed through me there?
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From my own mind that golden ointment rained
And my ears made the blowing hymns they heard
I was myself the compa** of that sea.
I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw
Or heard or felt came not but from myself.
And there I found myself more truly and more strange.