What should we be without the sexual myth,
The human revery or poem of death?
Castratos of moon-mash---Life consists
Of propositions about life. The human
Revery is a solitude in which
We compose these propositions, torn by dreams,
By the terrible incantations of defeats,
And by the fear that defeats and dreams are one.
The whole race is a poet that writes down
The eccentric propositions of its fate.
---Wallace Stevens
photo by Henri Cartier-Bresson
London, 1950s or 60s
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