The reading of a poem should be an experience. Its writing must be all the more so. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Poetry is a response to the daily necessity of getting the world right. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Poetry has to be something more than a conception of the mind. It has to be a revelation of nature. Conceptions are… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
To name an object is to deprive a poem of three-fourths of its pleasure, which consists in a little-by-little guessing game; the… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
It gives a man character as a poet to have a daily contact with a job. I doubt whether I've lost a… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
People ought to like poetry the way a child likes snow & they would if poets wrote it. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The great poems of heaven and hell have been written and the great poem of earth remains to be written. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“do not know which to prefer, / The beauty of inflections / Or the beauty of innuendos, / The blackbird whistling / Or just after.” — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
...after a night spent writing poetry, one is almost happy to hear the milkman at the door. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
After the final no there comes a yes And on that yes the future world depends. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The poet represents the mind in the act of defending us against itself. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“... unreal things have a reality of their own, in poetry as elsewhere.” — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The whole race is a poet that writes down / The eccentric propositions of its fate. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“Poetry is a finikin thing of air That lives uncertainly and not for long Yet radiantly beyond much lustier blurs.” — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“From this the poem springs: that we live in a place That is not our own and, much more, not ourselves And… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Poetry is poetry, and one's objective as a poet is to achieve poetry precisely as one's objective in music is to achieve… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Everything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The mind is the great poem ofwinter, the man, Who, to find what will suffice, Destroys romantic tenements Of rose and ice… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
At evening casual flocks of pigeons make Ambiguous undulations as they sink Downward to darkness, on extended wings. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The philosopher proves that the philosopher exists. The poet merely enjoys existence. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
If poetry should address itself to the same needs and aspirations, the same hopes and fears, to which the Bible addresses itself,… — 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
