MORE SERIOUSLY, I have now beat my forehead against Wallace Stevens for weeks and I still think he is what Alice’s cousin (? Alice herself?) was talking about when she dismissed books without pictures and conversations. Even his pictures and conversations aren’t pictures or conversations!!! It is so infuriating!!!

If you all want to dispute, or tell me what I am missing, please do. I will note that I really loved the poem below, which has both pictures (inherently beautiful and sublime imagery) and conversations (shivering, half-grasped gossip about consciousness and mortality).
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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

I
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.

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