It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice. — Wallace Stevens Flower Copy Share Image
Poetry is the statement of a relation between a man and the world — Wallace Stevens Inspiration Copy Share Image
Metaphor creates a new reality from which the original appears to be unreal. — Wallace Stevens Metaphor Copy Share Image
“Let be be finale of seem. The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.” — Wallace Stevens Emperor Copy Share Image
It is poverty's speech that seeks us out the most. It is older than the oldest speech of Rome. This is the… — Wallace Stevens Accents Copy Share Image
Unless we believe in the hero, what is there To believe? Incisive what, the fellow Of what good. Devise. Make him of… — Wallace Stevens Belief Copy Share Image
One ought not to hoard culture. It should be adapted and infused into society as a leaven. Liberality of culture does not… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“The palm stands on the edge of space. The wind moves slowly in the branches. The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.” — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Time is a horse that runs in the heart, a horse Without a rider on a road at night. The mind sits… — Wallace Stevens Heart Copy Share Image
The night Makes everything grotesque. Is it because Night is the nature of man's interior world? — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“The morality of the poet's radiant and productive atmosphere is the morality of the right sensation.” — Wallace Stevens Character Copy Share Image
The imperfect is our paradise. Note that, in this bitterness, delight, Since the imperfect is so hot in us, Lies in flawed… — Wallace Stevens Bitterness Copy Share Image
I measure myself Against a tall tree I find that I am much taller, For I reach right up to the sun… — Wallace Stevens Ants Copy Share Image
“Weight him, weight, weight him with the sleepiness of the moon. It was only a glass because he looked in it. It… — Wallace Stevens Death Copy Share Image
To lose sensibility, to see what one sees, As if sight had not its own miraculous thrift, To hear only what one… — Wallace Stevens Body Copy Share Image
The consolations of space are nameless things. It was after the neurosis of winter. It was In the genius of summer that… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Thus the theory of description matters most. It is the theory of the word for those For whom the word is the… — 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 Art Copy Share Image
The President has apples on the table And barefoot servants round him, who adjust The curtains to a metaphysicalt And the banners… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
It is the imagination pressing back against the pressure of reality. It seems, in the last analysis, to have something to do… — Wallace Stevens Analysis 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 Cybersecurity Copy Share Image
There is not any haunt of prophecy, Nor any old chimera of the grave, Neither the golden underground, nor isle Melodious, where… — Wallace Stevens April Copy Share Image
“Lunar Paraphrase" The moon is the mother of pathos and pity. When, at the wearier end of November, Her old light moves… — Wallace Stevens Moon 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 Cold Copy Share Image
“The Emperor of Ice-Cream Call the roller of big cigars, The muscular one, and bid him whip In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.… — Wallace Stevens Emperor Copy Share Image
So, too, if, to our surprise, we should meet one of these morons whose remarks are so conspicuous a part of the… — Wallace Stevens Brain 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 Poetry Copy Share Image
In European thought in general, as contrasted with American, vigor, life and originality have a kind of easy, professional utterance. American --… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
