"The words of things entangle and confuse. / The plum survives its poems. It may hang / In the sunshine placidly, colored by ground / Obliquities of those who pass beneath, / Harlequined and mazily dewed and mauved / In bloom. Yet it survives in its own form, / Beyond these changes, good, fat, guzzly fruit."

"The Comedian as the Letter C," by Wallace Stevens (from The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens)