Wallace Stevens Quotes

Unless we believe in the hero, what is there To believe? Incisive what, the fellow Of what good. Devise. Make him of mud....
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Examination of the Hero in a Time of War."
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The poem goes from the poet's gibberish to The gibberish of the vulgate and back again. Does it move to and fro or is it of both At once? Is it a luminous flittering Or the concentration of a cloudy day?
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Notes toward a Supreme Fiction."
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How does one stand To behold the sublime, To confront the mockers, The mickey mockers And plated pairs?
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "The American Sublime."
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the listener, who listens in the snow, And, nothing himself, beholds Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. The Snow Man (l. 13-15). . . Collected Poems [Stevie Smith]. James MacGibbon, ed. (1976) New Directions.
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The mind is smaller than the eye.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "A Fish-Scale Sunrise."
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Force is my lot and not pink-clustered Roma ni Avignon ni Leyden, And cold, my element. Death is my Master and, without light, I dwell.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Examination of the Hero in a Time of War."
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The poem, through candor, brings back a power again That gives a candid kind to everything.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Notes toward a Supreme Fiction."
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I figured you as nude between Monotonous earth and dark blue sky. It made you seem so small and lean....
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "The Apostrophe to Vincentine."
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Cold is our element and winter's air Brings voices as of lions coming down.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "The Sun This March."
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Abba, dark death is the breaking of a glass. The dazzled flakes and splinters disappear. The seal is as relaxed as dirt, perdu.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "A Golden Woman in a Silver Mirror."
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