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Harold Bloom recites Wallace Stevens’ “Tea at the Palaz of Hoon”

“Tea at the Palaz of Hoon” by Wallace Stevens Not less because in purple I descended The western day through what you called The loneliest air, not less was I myself. What was the ointment sprinkled on my beard? What … Continue reading

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