“Two things of opposite natures seem to depend On on another, as Logos depends On Eros, day on night, the imagined On… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
All of our ideas come from the natural world: trees equal umbrellas. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw Or heard or felt came not but from myself; And… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The chrysanthemums' astringent fragrance comes Each year to disguise the clanking mechanism Of machine within machine within machine. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
An old argument with me is that the true religious force in the world is not the church, but the world itself:… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
I am one of you and being one of you is being and knowing what I am and know. Yet I am… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates. It is of the nature of that in which it is found,… — Wallace Stevens 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 Copy Share Image
I placed a jar in Tennessee, And round it was, upon a hill. It made the slovenly wilderness Surround that hill. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Frogs eat Butterflies, Snakes eat Frogs, Hogs eat Snakes, Men eat Hogs. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Poetry has to be something more than a conception of the mind. It has to be a revelation of nature. Conceptions are… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The great poems of heaven and hell have been written and the great poem of earth remains to be written. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
I can't make head or tail of Life. Love is a fine thing, Art is a fine thing, Nature is a fine… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have. — 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
So, too, if, to our surprise, we should meet one of these morons whose remarks are so conspicuous a part of the… — 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
