A diary is more or less the work of a man of clay whose hands are clumsy and in whose eyes there… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
It has to be living, to learn the speech of the place, It has to face the man of the time. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
If the hero is not a person, the emblem Of him, even if Xenophon, seems To stand taller than a person stands,… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
It gives a man character as a poet to have a daily contact with a job. I doubt whether I've lost a… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
I thought how utterly we have forsaken the Earth, in the sense of excluding it from our thoughts. There are but few… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
What is one man among so many men? What are so many men in such a world? Can one man think one… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
They said, 'You have a blue guitar, / You do not play things as they are.' / The man replied, 'Things as… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
It may be that the ignorant man, alone, Has any chance to mate his life with life That is the sensual, pearly… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The mind is the great poem of winter, the man, Who, to find what will suffice, Destroys romantic tenements Of rose and… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Frogs eat Butterflies, Snakes eat Frogs, Hogs eat Snakes, Men eat Hogs. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Tinsel in February, tinsel in August. There are things in a man besides his reason. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Freedom is like a man who kills himself Each night, an incessant butcher, whose knife Grows sharp in blood. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Union of the weakest develops strength not wisdom. Can all men, together, avenge one of the leaves that have fallen in autumn?… — Wallace Stevens 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
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
