All Wallace Stevens Quotes
- She says, "But in contentment I still feel The need for imperishable bliss." Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her, Alone, shall come… Alone
- The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying. Blackbird
- For the listener, who listens in the snow, / And, nothing himself, beholds / Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is. Beholds
- People should like poetry the way a child likes snow, and they would if poets wrote it. Child
- Conceptions are artificial. Perceptions are essential. Artificial
- Next to love is the desire for love. Desire
- It is never the thing but the version of the thing. Funny
- Beauty is momentary in the mind -- The fitful tracing of a portal; But in the flesh it is immortal. The body dies; the body's… Beauty
- Out of this same light, out of the central mind, We make a dwelling in the evening air, In which being there together is enough. Air
- The reader became the book; and summer night Was like the conscious being of the book. Became
- The imagination loses vitality as it ceases to adhere to what is real. Adhere
- Reality is a cliché from which we escape by metaphor. Clich
- The yellow glistens. It glistens with various yellows, Citrons, oranges and greens Flowering over the skin. Flowering
- Of the Surface of Things In my room, the world is beyond my understanding; But when I walk I see that it consists of three… Beyond
- I was myself the compass of that sea: I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw Or heard or felt came… Came
- I know noble accents And lucid, inescapable rhythms; But I know, too, That the blackbird is involved In what I know. Accents
- I still feel the need of some imperishable bliss. Bliss
- It is necessary to any originality to have the courage to be an amateur. Amateur
- It has to be living, to learn the speech of the place, It has to face the man of the time. Face
- The poet is the priest of the invisible. Invisible
- It is easy to suppose that few people realize on that occasion, which comes to all of us, when we look at the blue sky… All
- Compare the silent rose of the sun And rain, the blood-rose living in its smell, With this paper, this dust. That states the point. Blood
- God is in me or else is not at all. All
- Unfortunately there is nothing more inane than an Easter carol. It is a religious perversion of the activity of Spring in our blood. Activity
- You like it under the trees in autumn, because everything is half dead. The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves and repeats words… Among