The reader became the book; and summer night
Was like the conscious being of the book.
The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The words were spoken as if there was no book,
Except that the reader leaned above the page,
Wanted to lean, wanted much most to be,
The scholar to whom his book is true, to whom
The quiet was part of the meaning, part of the mind:
The access of perfection to the page."-
Wallace Stevens, "The House Was Quiet and The World Was Calm"








