Throw away the light, the definitions, and say what you see in the dark. — Wallace Stevens Dark Copy Share Image
A languid janitor bears His lantern through colonnades And the architecture swoons. — Wallace Stevens Architecture 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
Thought is an infection. In the case of certain thoughts, it becomes an epidemic. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“The palm stands on the edge of space. The wind moves slowly in the branches. The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.” — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The imperfect is our paradise. Note that, in this bitterness, delight, Since the imperfect is so hot in us, Lies in flawed… — Wallace Stevens Bitterness Copy Share Image
Just as my fingers on these keys make music, so the self-same sounds on my spirit make a music too. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
I do not know which to prefer - The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just… — Wallace Stevens Beauty Copy Share Image
The night Makes everything grotesque. Is it because Night is the nature of man's interior world? — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“The morality of the poet's radiant and productive atmosphere is the morality of the right sensation.” — Wallace Stevens Character Copy Share Image
Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires. — Wallace Stevens Beauty 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 Health Copy Share Image
For the soldier of time, it breathes a summer sleep, In which his wound is good because life was. No part of… — Wallace Stevens Death Copy Share Image
Beauty is momentary in the mind -- The fitful tracing of a portal; But in the flesh it is immortal. The body… — Wallace Stevens Beauty Copy Share Image
Soldier, there is a war between the mind And sky, between thought and day and night. It is For that the poet… — Wallace Stevens Day and night Copy Share Image
It is the imagination pressing back against the pressure of reality. It seems, in the last analysis, to have something to do… — Wallace Stevens Analysis Copy Share Image
Most people read poetry listening for echoes because the echoes are familiar to them. They wade through it the way a boy… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates. It is of the nature of that in which it is found,… — Wallace Stevens Fashion Copy Share Image
What our eyes behold may well be the text of life but one's meditations on the text and the disclosures of these… — Wallace Stevens Life Copy Share Image
The belief in poetry is a magnificent fury, or it is nothing. — Wallace Stevens Belief Copy Share Image
Perhaps it is of more value to infuriate philosophers than to go along with them. — Wallace Stevens Philosophers Copy Share Image
It is the sun that shares our works. The moon shares nothing. It is a sea. — Wallace Stevens Moon Copy Share Image
After the final no there comes a yes And on that yes the future world depends. — Wallace Stevens Biodiversity Copy Share Image
The poet represents the mind in the act of defending us against itself. — 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
“... unreal things have a reality of their own, in poetry as elsewhere.” — Wallace Stevens Poetry Copy Share Image
The purpose of poetry is to make life complete in itself. — Wallace Stevens Inspirational Copy Share Image
The reading of a poem should be an experience. Its writing must be all the more so. — Wallace Stevens Inspirational Copy Share Image
What's down below is in the past Like last night's crickets, far below. — Wallace Stevens Cricket Copy Share Image
As life grows more terrible, its literature grows more terrible. — Wallace Stevens Books Copy Share Image
