The Poem that Took the Place of a Mountain - There it was, word for word, The poem that took the place of a mountain. He breathed in its oxygen, even when the book lay turned in the dust of his table. It reminded him how he had needed a place to go to in his own direction, how he had recomposed the pines, shifted the rocks and picked his way among clouds, for the outlook that would be right, where he would be complete in an unexplained completion: The exact rock wher ehis inexactnesses would discover, at last, the view toward which they had edged, where he could lie and, gazing down at the sea, recognize his unique and solitary home. Wallace Stevens