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Abysmal instruments make sounds like pips Of the sweeping meanings that we add to them.
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Without a name and nothing to be desired, If only imagined but imagined well.
Wallace Stevens
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We agree in principle. That's clear. But take The opposing law and make a peristyle, And from the peristyle project a masque Beyond the planets. Thus, our bawdiness, Unpurged by epitaph, indulged at last, Is equally converted into palms, Squiggling like saxophones. And palm for palm, Madame, we are where we began.
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Is it he or is it I that experience this?
Wallace Stevens -
Nothing had happened because nothing had changed. Yet the General was rubbish in the end.
Wallace Stevens -
The first idea is an imagined thing.
Wallace Stevens -
The boots of the men clump On the boards of the bridge. The first white wall of the village Rises through fruit-trees. Of what was it I was thinking? So the meaning escapes.
Wallace Stevens -
A few things for themselves, Florida, venereal soil, Disclose to the lover.
Wallace Stevens
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This is old song That will not declare itself...
Wallace Stevens -
Twenty men crossing a bridge, Into a village, Are Twenty men crossing a bridge Into a village.
Wallace Stevens -
The dress of a woman of Lhassa, in its place is an invisible element of that place made visible.
Wallace Stevens -
Behold The approach of him whom none believes, Whom all believe that all believe, A pagan in a varnished car.
Wallace Stevens -
I am the angel of reality, Seen for a moment standing in the door.
Wallace Stevens -
After one has abandoned a belief in God, poetry is that essence which takes its place as life’s redemption.
Wallace Stevens