- Variation on a Line by Wallace Stevens
Two forms among the deadmove through this afternoon,my life, move through me,
and make of what I makeof this time, this place, anotherplace, another time, even
if we are all there againand part of it, as itis part of us. Things come
and go. We come and go,and go again, and come backchanged—how well we know.
How little we say, or wantto say, about it. These two formsthat formed me form me
still, and come againfrom out this death of deathto stand beside me here,
as we stood, we three, back then. [End Page 95]