It is the sun that shares our works. The moon shares nothing. It is a sea. — Wallace Stevens Moon Copy Share Image
Perhaps it is of more value to infuriate philosophers than to go along with them. — Wallace Stevens Philosophers Copy Share Image
The purpose of poetry is to make life complete in itself. — Wallace Stevens Inspirational Copy Share Image
Music falls on the silence like a sense / A passion that we feel, not understand. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“... unreal things have a reality of their own, in poetry as elsewhere.” — Wallace Stevens Poetry Copy Share Image
The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on… — Wallace Stevens Evening Copy Share Image
After the leaves have fallen, we return To a plain sense of things. It is as if We had come to an… — Wallace Stevens Autumn Copy Share Image
The chrysanthemums' astringent fragrance comes Each year to disguise the clanking mechanism Of machine within machine within machine. — Wallace Stevens Chrysanthemums Copy Share Image
“They will get it straight one day at the Sorbonne. We shall return at twilight from the lecture Pleased that the irrational… — Wallace Stevens Irrational 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
It is time that beats in the breast and it is time That batters against the mind, silent and proud, The mind… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Why should she give her bounty to the dead? What is divinity if it can come Only in silent shadows and in… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
It's not always easy to tell the difference between thinking and looking out of the window. — Wallace Stevens Differences Copy Share Image
After the final no there comes a yes And on that yes the future world depends. — Wallace Stevens Biodiversity Copy Share Image
The poet represents the mind in the act of defending us against itself. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Thought is an infection. In the case of certain thoughts, it becomes an epidemic. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
A languid janitor bears His lantern through colonnades And the architecture swoons. — Wallace Stevens Architecture Copy Share Image
After the final no there comes a yes and on that yes the future of the world hangs. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The belief in poetry is a magnificent fury, or it is nothing. — Wallace Stevens Belief Copy Share Image
Civilization must be destroyed. The hairy saints of the North have earned this crumb by their complaints. — Wallace Stevens Civilization Copy Share Image
My tribute to mystical, magical trees that the Cherokee called "standing people. . . ." — Wallace Stevens Cherokee Copy Share Image
The reader became the book; and summer night Was like the conscious being of the book. — Wallace Stevens Book 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
After a lustre of the moon, we say We have not the need of any paradise, We have not the need of… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Unfortunately there is nothing more inane than an Easter carol. It is a religious perversion of the activity of Spring in our… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
People should like poetry the way a child likes snow, and they would if poets wrote it. — Wallace Stevens Children Copy Share Image
Two things of opposite natures seem to depend / One on another, as Logos depends / On Eros, day on night, the… — Wallace Stevens Change Copy Share Image
The exceeding brightness of this early sun Makes me conceive how dark I have become. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The grackles sing avant the spring Most spiss oh! Yes, most spissantly. They sing right puissantly. — Wallace Stevens Spring Copy Share Image
“I like Rhine wine, blue grapes, good cheese, endive and lots of books, etc., etc., etc., as much as I like supreme… — Wallace Stevens Books Copy Share Image
The magnificent cause of being, The imagination, the one reality In this imagined world — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“Reality is the beginning not the end, Naked Alpha, not the hierophant Omega, Of dense investiture, with luminous vassals.” — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
