All of our ideas come from the natural world: trees equal umbrellas. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
It must be this rhapsody or none, The rhapsody of things as they are. — Wallace Stevens Gardening Copy Share Image
I certainly do not exist from nine to six, when I am at the office. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
I am the angel of Reality, Seen for a moment standing in the door. — Wallace Stevens Angel Copy Share Image
Frogs eat Butterflies, Snakes eat Frogs, Hogs eat Snakes, Men eat Hogs. — Wallace Stevens Butterfly 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 Humanity Copy Share Image
“From oriole to crow, note the decline In music. Crow is realist. But, then, Oriole, also, may be realist.” — Wallace Stevens Music 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
Life is an affair of people not of places. But for me, life is an affair of places and that is the… — Wallace Stevens Affair 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… — Wallace Stevens Day and night Copy Share Image
People should like poetry the way a child likes snow, and they would if poets wrote it. — Wallace Stevens Children 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… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“I like Rhine wine, blue grapes, good cheese, endive and lots of books, etc., etc., etc., as much as I like supreme… — Wallace Stevens Books Copy Share Image
Spread outward. Crack the round dome. Break through. Have liberty not as the air within a grave Or down a well. Breathe… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The genuine artist is never 'true to life.' He sees what is real, but not as we are normally aware of it.… — Wallace Stevens Art 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 Confusion Copy Share Image
Perhaps there is a degree of perception at which what is real and what is imagines are one: a state of clairvoyant… — Wallace Stevens Clairvoyant Copy Share Image
We say This changes and that changes. Thus the constant Violets, doves, girls, bees and hyacinths Are inconstant objects of inconstant cause… — Wallace Stevens Bees Copy Share Image
Life consists Of propositions about life. The human Revery is a solitude in which We compose these propositions, torn by dreams, By… — Wallace Stevens Defeat Copy Share Image
“Sigh for me, night-wind, in the noisy leaves of the oak. / I am tired. Sleep for me, heaven over the hill.… — Wallace Stevens Sleep Copy Share Image
The leaves hop, scraping on the ground. It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice.… — Wallace Stevens Emptiness Copy Share Image
“... Suppose these hours are composed of ourselves, So that they become an impalpable town, full of Impalpable bells, transparencies of sound.… — Wallace Stevens Psychology Copy Share Image
“It was her voice that made The sky acutest at its vanishing. She measured to the hour its solitude. She was the… — Wallace Stevens Solitude Copy Share Image
“The Idea of Order at Key West She sang beyond the genius of the sea. The water never formed to mind or… — Wallace Stevens Ocean Copy Share Image
“Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock" The houses are haunted By white night-gowns. None are green, Or purple with green rings, Or green with… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird" I Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird.… — Wallace Stevens Autumn wind Copy Share Image
“A Word with Jose Rodriguez-Feo" As one of the secretaries of the moon The queen of ignorance, you have deplored How she… — Wallace Stevens Old man Copy Share Image
In European thought in general, as contrasted with American, vigor, life and originality have a kind of easy, professional utterance. American --… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“ The House Was Quiet and the World Was Calm The house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became… — Wallace Stevens Books Copy Share Image
