Cold is our element and winter's air Brings voices as of lions coming down. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Frogs eat Butterflies, Snakes eat Frogs, Hogs eat Snakes, Men eat Hogs. — Wallace Stevens Butterfly Copy Share Image
Accuracy of observation is the equivalent of accuracy of thinking. — Wallace Stevens Accuracy Copy Share Image
Already the new-born children interpret love In the voices of mothers. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have. — Wallace Stevens Meaning Copy Share Image
The life of the city never lets you go, nor do you ever want it to. — Wallace Stevens Cities Copy Share Image
A poet's words are of things that do not exist without the words. — Wallace Stevens Language Copy Share Image
Most modern reproducers of life, even including the camera, really repudiate it. We gulp down evil, choke at good. — Wallace Stevens Cameras Copy Share Image
The subject matter... is not that collection of solid, static objects extended in space but the life that is lived in the… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“The old seraph, parcel-gilded, among violets Inhaled the appointed odor, while the doves Rose up like phantoms from chronologies.” — Wallace Stevens Smell 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
I have said no To everything, in order to get at myself. I have wiped away moonlight like mud. — Wallace Stevens Moonlight Copy Share Image
An old argument with me is that the true religious force in the world is not the church, but the world itself:… — Wallace Stevens Argument Copy Share Image
“Aún no habías nacido cuando los árboles eran cristal ni has nacido ahora, en esta vigilia dentro de un sueño.” — Wallace Stevens Amor Copy Share Image
Yet there is no spring in Florida, neither in boskage perdu, nor on the nunnery beaches. — Wallace Stevens Beach Copy Share Image
If ever the search for a tranquil belief should end, The future might stop emerging out of the past, Out of what… — Wallace Stevens Belief Copy Share Image
If some really acute observer made as much of egotism as Freud has made of sex, people would forget a good deal… — Wallace Stevens Egotism Copy Share Image
Fat girl, terrestrial, my summer, my night, How is it I find you in difference, see you there In a moving contour,… — Wallace Stevens Aberration Copy Share Image
The imagination loses vitality as it ceases to adhere to what is real. When it adheres to the unreal and intensifies what… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair. And the green freedom of a cockatoo Upon a… — Wallace Stevens Ancient Copy Share Image
Divinity must live within herself: Passions of rain, or moods in the falling snow; Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued Elations when the… — Wallace Stevens Autumn Copy Share Image
There is truth in the reply of a great lawyer when asked how the lawyers who formed the United States Constitution had… — Wallace Stevens America and americans Copy Share Image
“The subject matter. . . is not that collection of solid, static objects extended in space but the life that is lived… — Wallace Stevens Life 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 Creativity 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 Books Copy Share Image
“The Snow Man" One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with… — Wallace Stevens Flower 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 Beast Copy Share Image
To be young is all there is in the world. The rest is nonsenseand cant. They talk so beautifully about work and… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“The Plain Sense of Things" After the leaves have fallen, we return To a plain sense of things. It is as if… — Wallace Stevens Imagination Copy Share Image
The essential fault of surrealism is that it invents without discovering. To make a clam play an accordion is to invent not… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
She says, "But in contentment I still feel The need for imperishable bliss." Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her,… — Wallace Stevens Beauty Copy Share Image
