Wallace Stevens Quotes
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Accuracy of observation is the equivalent of accuracy of thinking.
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We say God and the imagination are one... How high that highest candle lights the dark.
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This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous. It is in that thought that we collect ourselves, Out of all the indifferences, into one thing
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New York is a field of tireless and antagonistic interests undoubtedly fascinating but horribly unreal. Everybody is looking at everybody else a foolish crowd walking on mirrors.
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The reason can give nothing at all Like the response to desire.
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He is and may be but oh! He is, he is, This foundling of the infected past, so bright, So moving in the manner of his hand. Yet look not at his colored eyes. Give him No names. Dismiss him from your images. The hot of him is purest in the heart.
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My dame, sing for this person accurate songs.
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Poetry is a search for the inexplicable.
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Nothing could be more inappropriate to American literature than its English source since the Americans are not British in sensibility.
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The clouds preceded us.There was a muddy centre before we breathed. There was a myth before the myth began, Venerable and articulate and complete.From this the poem springs: that we live in a place That is not our own and, much more, not ourselves And hard it is in spite of blazoned days.
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Exile desire For what is not. This is the barrenness Of the fertile thing that can attain no more.
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Things as they are have been destroyed. Have I? Am I a man that is dead At a table on which the food is cold? Is my thought a memory, not alive? Is the spot on the floor, there, wine or blood And whichever it may be, is it mine?
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The poet is the priest of the invisible.
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The philosopher proves that the philosopher exists. The poet merely enjoys existence.
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The truth seems to be that we live in concepts of the imagination before the reason has established them. If this is true, then reason is simply the methodizer of the imagination.
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That scrawny cry - It was A chorister whose c preceded the choir. It was part of the colossal sun, Surrounded by its choral rings, Still far away. It was like A new knowledge of reality.
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The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
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One cannot spend one's time in being modern when there are so many more important things to be.
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It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom.
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The sun, that brave man, Comes through boughs that lie in wait, That brave man.Green and gloomy eyes In dark forms of the grass Run away.The good stars, Pale helms and spiky spurs, Run away.Fears of my bed, Fears of life and fears of death, Run away.That brave man comes up From below and walks without meditation, That brave man.
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Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.
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The old seraph, parcel-gilded, among violets Inhaled the appointed odor, while the doves Rose up like phantoms from chronologies.
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Reality is not what it is. It consists of the many realities which it can be made into.
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Slowly the ivy on the stones Becomes the stones. Women become The cities, children become the fields And men in waves become the sea.