The house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became the book. — Wallace Stevens 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 Copy Share Image
“ The House Was Quiet and the World Was Calm The house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The thinker as reader reads what has been written. He wears the words he reads to look upon Within his being. — Wallace Stevens 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 Copy Share Image
Nothing could be more inappropriate to American literature than its English source since the Americans are not British in sensibility. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
How has the human spirit ever survived the terrific literature with which it has had to contend? — Wallace Stevens 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 Copy Share Image
The truth in a calm world, In which there is no other meaning, itself Is calm, itself is summer and night, itself… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
To a large extent, the problems of poets are the problems of painters, and poets must often turn to the literature of… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The reader became the book; and summer night Was like the conscious being of the book. — 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 Image
The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The magnificent cause of being, The imagination, the one reality In this imagined world — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Music falls on the silence like a sense / A passion that we feel, not understand. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The life of the city never lets you go, nor do you ever want it to. — 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 any seducing… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
