Annotations to Wallace Stevens: Tea at the Palaz of Hoon
Published 1921

... the loneliest air ...

The loneliest anything merely is.

I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw
Or heard or felt came not but from myself;
And there I found myself more truly and more strange.
I was myself the compass of that sea.

All is air above and below
Itself all that is the loneliest air
On the seas and overseas
More airless in its wake.