Poetry is the statement of a relation between a man and the world — Wallace Stevens Inspiration Copy Share Image
Metaphor creates a new reality from which the original appears to be unreal. — Wallace Stevens Metaphor Copy Share Image
“Let be be finale of seem. The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.” — Wallace Stevens Emperor Copy Share Image
The imagination loses vitality as it ceases to adhere to what is real. — Wallace Stevens Imagination 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 Games Copy Share Image
The wind, Tempestuous clarion, with heavy cry, Came bluntly thundering, more terrible Than the revenge of music on bassoons. — Wallace Stevens Bassoon Copy Share Image
“It is not in the premise that reality Is a solid. It may be a shade that traverses A dust, a force… — Wallace Stevens Reality Copy Share Image
It was autumn and falling stars Covered the shrivelled forms Crouched in the moonlight. — Wallace Stevens Autumn Copy Share Image
One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow — Wallace Stevens Flower Copy Share Image
The truth in a calm world, In which there is no other meaning, itself Is calm, itself is summer and night, itself… — Wallace Stevens Books Copy Share Image
In a world of universal poverty The philosophers alone will be fat Against the autumn winds In an autumn that will be… — Wallace Stevens Autumn 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 Character Copy Share Image
Divinity must live within herself: Passions of rain, or moods in the falling snow; Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued Elations when the… — Wallace Stevens Autumn Copy Share Image
Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair. And the green freedom of a cockatoo Upon a… — Wallace Stevens Ancient Copy Share Image
There is truth in the reply of a great lawyer when asked how the lawyers who formed the United States Constitution had… — Wallace Stevens America and americans Copy Share Image
If ever the search for a tranquil belief should end, The future might stop emerging out of the past, Out of what… — Wallace Stevens Belief Copy Share Image
Fat girl, terrestrial, my summer, my night, How is it I find you in difference, see you there In a moving contour,… — Wallace Stevens Aberration Copy Share Image
If some really acute observer made as much of egotism as Freud has made of sex, people would forget a good deal… — Wallace Stevens Egotism Copy Share Image
The imagination loses vitality as it ceases to adhere to what is real. When it adheres to the unreal and intensifies what… — 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 Art 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 Affair Copy Share Image
“Bantams in Pine-Woods" Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan Of tan with henna hackles, halt! Damned universal cock, as if the sun… — 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 Awe Copy Share Image
The people in the world, and the objects in it, and the world as a whole, are not absolute things, but on… — Wallace Stevens Curiosity Copy Share Image
Trees Trees, proud standing people stretching fingertips to the sky, reaching, praying glorious attention, breathing light. strength shelter timeless confidence bending and… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“THE POEMS OF OUR CLIMATE I Clear water in a brilliant bowl, Pink and white carnations. The light In the room more… — Wallace Stevens Clear water Copy Share Image
“Two things of opposite natures seem to depend On on another, as Logos depends On Eros, day on night, the imagined On… — Wallace Stevens Nature Copy Share Image
LIGHT FROM WITHIN my friend, cancer got you damn it: you had it beat for seven years at least. how did it… — Wallace Stevens Battle Copy Share Image
