Then the sea and heaven rolled as one and from the two…

Poet, patting more nonsense foamed From the sea, conceive for thecourts Of these academies, the diviner health Disclosed in common forms.

— Wallace Stevens

The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

— Wallace Stevens

The magnificent cause of being, The imagination, the one reality In this imagined world

— Wallace Stevens

Music falls on the silence like a sense / A passion that we feel, not understand.

— Wallace Stevens

The life of the city never lets you go, nor do you ever want it to.

— Wallace Stevens

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

I am what is around me.

— Wallace Stevens

“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

“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

Poetry is the scholar's art.

— Wallace Stevens

“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

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

The word is the making of the world

— Wallace Stevens

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

It is never the thing but the version of the thing.

— Wallace Stevens