Wallace Stevens Quotes

They said, "You have a blue guitar, You do not play things as they are." The man replied, "Things as they are Are changed upon a blue guitar."
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "The Man with the Blue Guitar."
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These are the small townsmen of death, A man and a woman, like two leaves That keep clinging to a tree, Before winter freezes and grows black....
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Burghers of Petty Death."
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The milkman came in the moonlight and the moonlight Was less than moonlight. Nothing exists by itself. The moonlight seemed to.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Les Plus Belles Pages."
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The figures of the past go cloaked. They walk in mist and rain and snow And go, go slowly, but they go.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Poesie Abrutie."
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"Things as they are Are changed upon the blue guitar."
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "The Man with the Blue Guitar."
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Out of the first warmth of spring, And out of the shine of the menlocks, Among the bare and crooked trees, She found a helping from the cold, Like a meaning in nothingness....
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Celle Qui Fût Héaulmiette."
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If there must be a god in the house, let him be one That will not hear us when we speak: a coolness, A vermilioned nothingness, any stick of the mass Of which we are too distantly a part.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Less and Less Human, O Savage Spirit."
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He is what he hears and sees and if, Without pathos, he feels what he hears And sees, being nothing otherwise, he has not To go to the Louvre to behold himself.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Prelude to Objects."
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I sing a hero's head, large eye And bearded bronze, but not a man, Although I patch him as I can And reach through him almost to man.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. The Man with the Blue Guitar (l. 3-6). . . Collected Poems [Stevie Smith]. James MacGibbon, ed. (1976) New Directions.
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You were created of your name, the word Is that of which you were the personage. There is no life except in the word of it.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Certain Phenomena of Sound."
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