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
The house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became the book. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
On a few words of what is real in the world I nourish myself. I defend myself against Whatever remains. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
That tuft of jungle feathers, That animal eye, Is just what you say. That savage of fire, That seed, Have it your… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
All of our ideas come from the natural world: trees equal umbrellas. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
This mangled, smutted semi-world hacked out Of dirt . . . It is not possible for the moon To blot this with its dove-winged blendings. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
After the final no there comes a yes and on that yes the future of the world hangs. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
It is easy to suppose that few people realize on that occasion, which comes to all of us, when we look at… — 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
After the final no there comes a yes and on that yes the future of the world depends — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Imagination applied to the whole world is vapid in comparison to imagination applied to a detail. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
I was myself the compass of that sea: I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw Or heard… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Day after day, throughout the winter, We hardened ourselves to live by bluest reason In a world of wind and frost. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
In the same way, you were happy in spring, With the half colors of quarter-things, The slightly brighter sky, the melting clouds,… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Thus the theory of description matters most. It is the theory of the word for those For whom the word is the… — 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
Poetry is a response to the daily necessity of getting the world right. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
You know that the nucleus of a time is not The poet but the poem, the growth of the mind Of the… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The world about us would be desolate except for the world within us. — 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
