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Wallace Stevens in Paris


  It was only a short stroll, much like a walk to the office, from Notre-Dame —where the fretwork of the façade, the blunt towers and flying buttresses reminded him of the trellised arbors bedecked with roses in Elizabeth Park —to the Luxembourg Gardens (not really gardens so much as stands of elms and squares […]

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