There it was, word for word, <br />The poem that took the place of a mountain. <br /> <br />He breathed its oxygen, <br />Even when the book lay turned in the dust of his table. <br /> <br />It reminded him how he had needed <br />A place to go to in his own direction, <br /> <br />How he had recomposed the pines, <br />Shifted the rocks and picked his way among clouds, <br /> <br />For the outlook that would be right, <br />Where he would be complete in an unexplained completion: <br /> <br />The exact rock where his inexactness <br />Would discover, at last, the view toward which they had edged, <br /> <br />Where he could lie and, gazing down at the sea, <br />Recognize his unique and solitary home.<br /><br />Wallace Stevens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poem-that-took-the-place-of-a-mountain/
