The reading of a poem should be an experience. Its writing must be all the more so. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Poetry is a response to the daily necessity of getting the world right. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“the lion sleeps in the sun. its nose on its paws. it can kill a man.” — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“Let be be finale of seem. The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.” — 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
...after a night spent writing poetry, one is almost happy to hear the milkman at the door. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
People ought to like poetry the way a child likes snow & they would if poets wrote it. — 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
“do not know which to prefer, / The beauty of inflections / Or the beauty of innuendos, / The blackbird whistling / Or just after.” — 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
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
A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have. — 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
To name an object is to deprive a poem of three-fourths of its pleasure, which consists in a little-by-little guessing game; the… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
People should like poetry the way a child likes snow, and they would if poets wrote it. — Wallace Stevens 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 one has abandoned a belief in God, poetry is that essence which takes its place as life's redemption. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“The morality of the poet's radiant and productive atmosphere is the morality of the right sensation.” — 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
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
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
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
