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What should we be without the sexual myth,The human revery or poem of death?Castratos of moon-mash — Life consistsOf propositions about life. The humanRevery is a solitude, in whichWe compose these propositions, torn by dreams,By the terrible incantations of defeatsAnd by the fear that defeats and dreams are one.The whole race is a poet that writes downThe eccentric propositions of its fate.[Poem: Wallace Stevens*, Men Made Out of Words (1946); photograph: Matija Drozdek *]](http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljhjtk2l191qbqfy2o1_500.jpg)
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.
[Poem: Wallace Stevens*, Men Made Out of Words (1946); photograph: Matija Drozdek *]