Wallace Stevens

1879 - 1955

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. . . ."

Wallace Stevens (1879 - 1955)

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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 belief, god, life, and poetry

After one has abandoned a belief in God, poetry is that essence which takes its place as life's redemption.

Wallace Stevens (1879 - 1955)

Source: Proverb

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A Quote by Wallace Stevens on time

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One cannot spend one's time in being modern when there are so many more important things to be.

Wallace Stevens (1879 - 1955)

Source: Proverb

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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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A Quote by Wallace Stevens on poetry

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A poem is a meteor.

Wallace Stevens (1879 - 1955)

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A Quote by Wallace Stevens on beauty, birds, coaching, fear, imagination, justice, men, mountains, nobility, and women

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird I Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. II I was of three minds, Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds. III The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. It was a small part of the pantomime. IV A man and a woman Are one. A man and a woman and a blackbird Are one. V I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after. VI Icicles filled the long window With barbaric glass. The shadow of the blackbird Crossed it, to and fro. The mood Traced in the shadow An indecipherable cause. VII On thin men of Haddam, Why do you imagine golden birds? Do you not see how the blackbird Walks around the feet Of the women about you? VIII I know noble accents And lucid, escapable rhythms; But I know, too, That the blackbird is involved In what I know. IX When the blackbird flew out of sight, It marked the edge Of one of many circles. X At the sight of blackbirds Flying in a green light, Even the bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply. XI He rode over Connecticut In a glass coach. Once, a fear pierced him, In that he mistook The shadow of his equipage For blackbirds. XII The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying. XIII It was evening all afternoon. It was snowing And it was going to snow. The blackbird sat In the cedar-limbs.

Wallace Stevens (1879 - 1955)

Source: Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

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