George Fillingham Photo: ansik “Later, the firecat closed his bright eyes And slept.” Wallace Stevens After Steven’s firecat Had bristled in the way Of the clattering bucks As they swerved To the left, and to the right, He slept. And as he slept, he dreamed.
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