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 The light is like a spider.
It crawls over the water.
It crawls over the edges of the snow.
It crawls under your eyelids And spreads its webs there-- Its two webs.
The webs of your eyes Are fastened To the flesh and bones of you As to rafters or grass.
There are filaments of your eyes On the surface of the water And in the edges of the snow.

Poem by Wallace Stevens
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