Purple-ground baluster and cover: Unknown potter, German, c. 1730, porcelain, height 40 cm (private collection)
The western day through what you called
The loneliest air, not less was I myself.
What were the hymns that buzzed beside my ears?
What was the sea whose tide swept through me there?
And my ears made the blowing hymns they heard.
I was myself the compass of that sea:
Or heard or felt came not but from myself;
And there I found myself more truly and more strange.
Wallace Stevens: Tea at the Palaz of Hoon, from Harmonium, 1921