The state of the world
> In my room, the world is beyond my understanding;
But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four hills and a cloud.
– [Wallace Stevens](https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/surface-things)
> In my room, the world is beyond my understanding;
But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four hills and a cloud.
– [Wallace Stevens](https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/surface-things)