Wallace Stevens

1879 - 1955

A Quote by Wallace Stevens on power

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Everything possessed the power to transform itself, or else, and what meant more, to be transformed.

Wallace Stevens (1879 - 1955)

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A Quote by Wallace Stevens

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.

Wallace Stevens (1879 - 1955)

Source: The Man With the Blue Guitar

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A Quote by Wallace Stevens

It must be this rhapsody or none, The rhapsody of things as they are.

Wallace Stevens (1879 - 1955)

Source: The Man With the Blue Guitar

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A Quote by Wallace Stevens on magic and people

My tribute to mystical, magical trees that the Cherokee called "standing people. . . ."

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A Quote by Wallace Stevens on truth

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Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

Wallace Stevens (1879 - 1955)

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A Quote by Wallace Stevens

Aristotle is a skeleton.

Wallace Stevens (1879 - 1955)

Source: Proverb

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A Quote by Wallace Stevens on ideas and world

All of our ideas come from the natural world: trees equal umbrellas.

Wallace Stevens (1879 - 1955)

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A Quote by Wallace Stevens on life, people, and trouble

Life is an affair of people not of places. But for me, life is an affair of places and that is the trouble.

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A Quote by Wallace Stevens on darkness, fighting, friendship, heart, honesty, justice, pain, peace, promises, tears, and words

LIGHT FROM WITHIN my friend, cancer got you damn it: you had it beat for seven years at least. how did it come back? Why all that pain. again. and you, such a fighter you fought me over and over with tears and words and promises. you fought for me with honesty and a light so bright it hurts my heart. sweet lorna. at peace now finally no more battles, just light from within a flickering candle in the dark burns with you.

Wallace Stevens (1879 - 1955)

Source: Light From Within

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A Quote by Wallace Stevens on day, justice, magic, motherhood, pain, peace, tenderness, and words

Like the Sweetness of Gardenias Mother, you died 15 years ago. pain, a rapier, cut until, finally, there was just peace like the sweetness of gardenias in the crystal vase on your yellow kitchen table. so fragrant. your voice lingers in my ear reminding, scolding, guiding a pleasant mantra of tenderness, magic words that move my palms, your palms. together we are molding, helping, creating. in the mirror I see your eyes, your beautiful brown circles looking back, so radiant. "don't forget me," you whispered the day you died. I won't.

Wallace Stevens (1879 - 1955)

Source: Like the Sweetness of Gardenias

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