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Wallace Stevens - Gray Room
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Although you sit in a room that is gray, 
Except for the silver 
Of the straw-paper, 
And pick 
At your pale white gown; 
Or lift one of the green beads 
Of your necklace, 
To let it fall; 
Or gaze at your green fan 
Printed with the red branches of a red willow; 
Or, with one finger, 
Move the leaf in the bowl— 
The leaf that has fallen from the branches of the forsythia 
Beside you… 
What is all this? 
I know how furiously your heart is beating.
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