A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“Let be be finale of seem. The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.” — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“the lion sleeps in the sun. its nose on its paws. it can kill a man.” — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
To a large extent, the problems of poets are the problems of painters, and poets must often turn to the literature of… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“The morality of the poet's radiant and productive atmosphere is the morality of the right sensation.” — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Poet, patting more nonsense foamed From the sea, conceive for thecourts Of these academies, the diviner health Disclosed in common forms. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The mind is the great poem of winter, the man, Who, to find what will suffice, Destroys romantic tenements Of rose and… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
People should like poetry the way a child likes snow, and they would if poets wrote it. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
After one has abandoned a belief in God, poetry is that essence which takes its place as life's redemption. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The poet's function is to make his imagination . . . become the light in the mind of others. His role, in… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw Or heard or felt came not but from myself; And… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
You know that the nucleus of a time is not The poet but the poem, the growth of the mind Of the… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Perhaps there is a degree of perception at which what is real and what is imagines are one: a state of clairvoyant… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Life consists Of propositions about life. The human Revery is a solitude in which We compose these propositions, torn by dreams, By… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Most poets who have little or nothing to say are concerned primarily with the way in which they say it ... if… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Soldier, there is a war between the mind And sky, between thought and day and night. It is For that the poet… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Most people read poetry listening for echoes because the echoes are familiar to them. They wade through it the way a boy… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
It is never the thing but the version of the thing: The fragrance of the woman not her self, Her self in… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“THE POEMS OF OUR CLIMATE I Clear water in a brilliant bowl, Pink and white carnations. The light In the room more… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
It is easy to suppose that few people realize on that occasion, which comes to all of us, when we look at… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“…the imagination gives to everything that it touches a peculiarity, and it seems to me that the peculiarity of the imagination is… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“The Poem That Took The Place Of A Mountain There it was, word for word, The poem that took the place of… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“Poetry Is a Destructive Force" That's what misery is, Nothing to have at heart. It is to have or nothing. It is… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“The Plot Against The Giant First Girl When this yokel comes maundering, Whetting his hacker, I shall run before him, Diffusing the… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“The Planet On The Table Ariel was glad he had written his poems. They were of a remembered time Or of something… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“ The House Was Quiet and the World Was Calm The house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Poet, patting more nonsense foamed From the sea, conceive for thecourts Of these academies, the diviner health Disclosed in common forms. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share
The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share
The magnificent cause of being, The imagination, the one reality In this imagined world — Wallace Stevens Copy Share
Music falls on the silence like a sense / A passion that we feel, not understand. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share
After a lustre of the moon, we say We have not the need of any paradise, We have not the need of any seducing… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share
“We live in an old chaos of the sun, Or old dependency of day and night, Or island solitude, unsponsored, free, Of that wide… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share
“Lunar Paraphrase" The moon is the mother of pathos and pity. When, at the wearier end of November, Her old light moves along the… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share
“The stars are putting on their glittering belts, They throw around their shoulders cloaks that flash Like a great shadow's last embellishment” — wallace stevens Copy Share
Unfortunately there is nothing more inane than an Easter carol. It is a religious perversion of the activity of Spring in our blood. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share
A diary is more or less the work of a man of clay whose hands are clumsy and in whose eyes there is no… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share
