Wallace Stevens Quotes

Home from Guatemala, back at the Waldorf. This arrival in the wild country of the soul ...
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Arrival at the Waldorf."
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We ask which means most, for us, all the genii Or one man who, for us, is greater than they. On his gold horse striding, like a conjured beast, Miraculous in its panache and swish?
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "In the Element of Antagonisms."
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It might become a wheel spoked red and white In alternate stripes converging at a point Of flame on the line, with a second wheel below, Just rising, accompanying, arranged to cross, Through weltering illuminations, humps Of billows, downward, toward the drift-fire shore.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Page from a Tale."
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Call the roller of big cigars, The muscular one, and bid him whip In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. The Emperor of Ice-Cream (l. 1-3). . . Collected Poems [Stevie Smith]. James MacGibbon, ed. (1976) New Directions.
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It was the custom For his rage against chaos To abate on the way to church, In regulations of his spirit. How good life is, on the basis of propriety, To be followed by a platter of capon!
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Winter Bells."
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The prologues are over. It is a question, now, Of final belief. So, say that final belief Must be in a fiction. It is time to choose.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Asides on the Oboe."
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The soul, O ganders, flies beyond the parks And far beyond the discords of the wind.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Invective against Swans."
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The great ship, Balayne, lay frozen in the sea. The one-foot stars were couriers of its death To the wild limits of its habitation. These were not tepid stars of torpid places But bravest at midnight and in lonely spaces, They looked back at Hans' look with savage faces.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Page from a Tale."
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Let be be finale of seem. The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. The Emperor of Ice-Cream (l. 7-8). . . Collected Poems [Stevie Smith]. James MacGibbon, ed. (1976) New Directions.
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Hoot how the inhuman colors fell Into place beside her, where she was, Like human conciliations, more like A profounder reconciling, an act, An affirmation free from doubt.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Woman Looking at a Vase of Flowers."
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