Wallace Stevens Quotes

It is the sea that whitens the roof. The sea drifts through the winter air. It is the sea that the north wind makes. The sea is in the falling snow. This gloom is the darkness of the sea.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "The Man with the Blue Guitar."
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These days of disinheritance, we feast On human heads. True, birds rebuild Old nests and there is blue in the woods. The church bells clap one night in the week. But that's all done. It is what used to be....
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Cuisine Bourgeoise."
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The comedy of hollow sounds derives From truth and not from satire on our lives.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Like Decorations in a Nigger Cemetery."
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The mind is the terriblest force in the world, father, Because, in chief, it, only, can defend Against itself. At its mercy, we depend Upon it.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Saint John and the Back-Ache."
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behold The approach of him whom none believes, Whom all believe that all believe, A pagan in a varnished car.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "The Man with the Blue Guitar."
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He heard her low accord, Half prayer and half ditty, And He felt a subtle quiver, That was not heavenly love, Or pity.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Cy Est Pourtraicte, Madame Ste Ursule, et les Unze Mille Vierges."
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It was when the trees were leafless first in November And their blackness became apparent, that one first Knew the eccentric to be the base of design.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Like Decorations in a Nigger Cemetery."
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An uncertain green, Piano-polished, held the tranced machine Of ocean, as a prelude holds and holds.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. Sea Surface Full of Clouds (l. 41-43). . . Collected Poems [Stevie Smith]. James MacGibbon, ed. (1976) New Directions.
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This death was his belief though death is a stone. This man loved earth, not heaven, enough to die.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "The Men That Are Falling."
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In the land of turkeys in turkey weather At the base of the statue, we go round and round. What a beautiful history, beautiful surprise! Monsieur is on horseback. The horse is covered with mice.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Dance of the Macabre Mice."
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