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The fluctuations of certainty, the change Of degrees of perception in the scholar’s dark.
Wallace Stevens
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This is old song That will not declare itself...
Wallace Stevens
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He tries by a peculiar speech to speak The peculiar potency of the general
Wallace Stevens
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A grandiose subject is not an assurance of a grandiose effect but, most likely, of the opposite.
Wallace Stevens
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If to serenade almost to man Is to miss, by that, things as they are, Say that it is the serenade Of a man that plays a blue guitar.
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.
Wallace Stevens
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Without a name and nothing to be desired, If only imagined but imagined well.
Wallace Stevens
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I am the angel of reality, Seen for a moment standing in the door.
Wallace Stevens
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Do not speak to us of the greatness of poetry, Of the torches wisping in the underground, Of the structure of vaults upon a point of light. There are no shadows in our sun, Day is desire and night is sleep. There are no shadows anywhere. The earth, for us, is flat and bare. There are no shadows.
Wallace Stevens
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Is it he or is it I that experience this?
Wallace Stevens
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A few things for themselves, Florida, venereal soil, Disclose to the lover.
Wallace Stevens
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Twenty men crossing a bridge, Into a village, Are Twenty men crossing a bridge Into a village.
Wallace Stevens
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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
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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
