The wind shifts like this: Like a human without illusions, Who still feels irrational things within her. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
It is the sea that whitens the roof. The sea drifts through the winter air. It is the sea that the north… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The wind had seized the tree and ha, and ha, It held the shivering, the shaken limbs, Then bathed its body in… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The wind, Tempestuous clarion, with heavy cry, Came bluntly thundering, more terrible Than the revenge of music on bassoons. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
In a world of universal poverty The philosophers alone will be fat Against the autumn winds In an autumn that will be… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Day after day, throughout the winter, We hardened ourselves to live by bluest reason In a world of wind and frost. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The soul, O ganders, flies beyond the parks And far beyond the discords of the wind. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
You like it under the trees in autumn, because everything is half dead. The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The winter is made and you have to bear it, The winter web, the winter woven, wind and wind, For all the… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Trees Trees, proud standing people stretching fingertips to the sky, reaching, praying glorious attention, breathing light. strength shelter timeless confidence bending and… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
I thought how utterly we have forsaken the Earth, in the sense of excluding it from our thoughts. There are but few… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
One must have a mind of winter to regard the frost and the boughs of the pine trees, crusted with snow, And… — 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
