Famous Quotes by Wallace Stevens

  • That would be waving and that would be crying,
    Crying and shouting and meaning... More
  • As part of nature he is part of us.
    His rarities are ours: may they be fit
    And reconcile... More
  • Canaries in the morning, orchestras
    In the afternoon, balloons at night. That is
    A... More
  • Politic man ordained
    Imagination as the fateful sin.
    Grandmother and her basketful of... More
  • A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have. More
  • How has the human spirit ever survived the terrific literature with which it has had to contend? More
  • The imagination is man’s power over nature. More
  • Perhaps it is of more value to infuriate philosophers than to go along with them. More
  • Nothing could be more inappropriate to American literature than its English source since the... More
  • Intolerance respecting other people’s religion is toleration itself in comparison with... More
  • To-morrow when the sun,
    For all your images,
    Comes up as the sun, bull fire,
    Your... More
  • With my whole body I taste these peaches,
    I touch them and smell them. Who speaks?
    I... More
  • Who can think of the sun costuming clouds
    When all people are shaken
    Or of night... More
  • The mind is smaller than the eye. More
  • Abba, dark death is the breaking of a glass.
    The dazzled flakes and splinters... More
  • This will make widows wince. But fictive things
    Wink as they will. Wink most when widows wince. More
  • Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame.
    Take the moral law and make a nave of it
    And from... More
  • It was like passing a boundary to dive
    Into the sun-filled water, brightly leafed
    And... More
  • We enjoy the ithy oonts and long-haired
    Plomets, as the Herr Gott
    Enjoys his comets. More
  • If from the earth we came, it was an earth
    That bore us as a part of all the things
    It... More
  • The soul, he said, is composed
    Of the external world. More
  • The dress of a woman of Lhasa,
    In its place,
    Is an invisible element of that... More
  • I placed a jar in Tennessee,
    And round it was, upon a hill.
    It made the slovenly... More
  • And the beauty
    Of the moonlight
    Falling there,
    Falling
    As sleep falls
    In the... More
  • Yet I am the necessary angel of earth,
    Since, in my sight, you see the earth... More
  • Only last year he said that the naked moon
    Was not the moon he used to see, to feel
    (In... More
  • Suppose these houses are composed of ourselves,
    So that they become an impalpable town, full... More
  • Say next to holiness is the will thereto,
    And next to love is the desire for love,
    The... More
  • The dry eucalyptus seeks god in the rainy cloud.
    Professor Eucalyptus of New Haven seeks... More
  • Reality is the beginning not the end,
    Naked Alpha, not the hierophant Omega,
    Of dense... More
  • The poem is the cry of its occasion,
    Part of the res itself and not about it. More
  • The consolations of space are nameless things.
    It was after the neurosis of winter. It... More
  • Professor Eucalyptus said, “The search
    For reality is as momentous as
    The search for... More
  • The point of vision and desire are the same. More
  • A scholar, in his Segmenta, left a note,
    As follows, “The Ruler of Reality,
    If more... More
  • The magnificent cause of being,
    The imagination, the one reality
    In this imagined world ... More
  • Under the eglantine
    The fretful concubine
    Said, “Phooey! Phoo!”
    She whispered,... More
  • And the chandeliers are neat . . .
    But their mignon, marblish glare!
    We are cold, the... More
  • Finally, in the last year of her age,
    Having attained a present blessedness,
    She said... More
  • A dirty house in a gutted world,
    A tatter of shadows peaked to white,
    Smeared with the... More
  • with our bones
    We left much more, left what still is
    The look of things, left what we... More
  • the windy sky

    Cries out a literate despair. More
  • We do not prove the existence of the poem.
    It is something seen and known in lesser... More
  • One poem proves another and the whole,
    For the clairvoyant men that need no proof:
    The... More
  • Only the rich remember the past,
    The strawberries once in the Apennines,
    Philadelphia... More
  • Home from Guatemala, back at the Waldorf.
    This arrival in the wild country of the soul ... More
  • The prologues are over. It is a question, now,
    Of final belief. So, say that final... More
  • Clandestine steps upon imagined stairs
    Climb through the night, because his cuckoos call. More
  • The philosophers’ man alone still walks in dew,
    Still by the sea-side mutters milky... More
  • A lady dying of diabetes
    Listened to the radio,
    Catching the lesser dithyrambs.
    So... More
  • He sought an earthly leader who could stand
    Without panache, without cockade,
    Son only of... More
  • The skreak and skritter of evening gone
    And grackles gone and sorrows of the sun,
    The... More
  • Yet there was a man within me
    Could have risen to the clouds,
    Could have touched these... More
  • The wound kills that does not bleed.
    It has no nurse nor kin to know
    Nor kin to care. More
  • The night
    Makes everything grotesque. Is it because
    Night is the nature of man’s... More
  • Two wooden tubs of blue hydrangeas stand at the foot of the stone steps.
    The sky is a blue... More
  • Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan
    Of tan with henna hackles, halt!

    Damned... More
  • Panoramas are not what they used to be.
    Claude has been dead a long time
    And apostrophes... More
  • And what’s above is in the past
    As sure as all the angels are. More
  • What’s down below is in the past
    Like last night’s crickets, far below. More
  • The reflection of her here, and then there,
    Is another shadow, another evasion,
    Another... More
  • Our sense of these things changes and they change,
    Not as in metaphor, but in our... More
  • These are the small townsmen of death,
    A man and a woman, like two leaves
    That keep... More
  • Out of the first warmth of spring,
    And out of the shine of the menlocks,
    Among the bare... More
  • You were created of your name, the word
    Is that of which you were the personage.
    There is... More
  • Someone has left for a ride in a balloon
    Or in a bubble examines the bubble of air. More
  • People fall out of windows, trees tumble down,
    Summer is changed to winter, the young grow... More
  • My solitaria
    Are the meditations of a central mind.
    I hear the motions of the spirit and... More
  • To say more than human things with human voice,
    That cannot be; to say human things with... More
  • Imagination is the will of things. . . . More
  • A. A violent order is disorder; and
    B. A great disorder is an order. These
    Two things are... More
  • The squirming facts exceed the squamous mind, If one may say so. More
  • A. Well, an old order is a violent one.
    This proves nothing. Just one more truth, one... More
  • The old brown hen and the old blue sky,
    Between the two we live and die
    The broken... More
  • Rosenbloom is dead.
    The tread of the carriers does not halt
    On the hill, but turns
    Up... More
  • Now, the wry Rosenbloom is dead
    And his finical carriers tread,
    On a hundred legs, the... More
  • I sang a canto in a canton,
    Cunning-coo, O, cuckoo cock,
    In a canton of Belshazzar
    To... More
  • These days of disinheritance, we feast
    On human heads. True, birds rebuild
    Old nests and... More
  • He heard her low accord,
    Half prayer and half ditty,
    And He felt a subtle... More
  • In the land of turkeys in turkey weather
    At the base of the statue, we go round and... More
  • Thus the theory of description matters most.
    It is the theory of the word for those
    For... More
  • Her green mind made the world around her green. More
  • Lenin on a bench beside a lake disturbed
    The swans. He was not the man for swans. More
  • The sun is an example. What it seems
    It is and in such seeming all things are. More
  • Description is revelation. It is not
    The thing described, nor false facsimile.
    It is an... More
  • The reason can give nothing at all Like the response to desire. More
  • Tonight there are only the winter stars.
    The sky is no longer a junk-shop,
    Full of... More
  • The houses are haunted
    By white night-gowns. More
  • Only, here and there, an old sailor,
    Drunk and asleep in his boots,
    Catches tigers
    In... More
  • Yes: but the color of the heavy hemlocks
    Came striding.
    And I remembered the cry of the... More
  • Out of the window,
    I saw how the planets gathered
    Like the leaves themselves
    Turning... More
  • It was soldiers went marching over the rocks
    And still the birds came, came in watery... More
  • Freedom is like a man who kills himself
    Each night, an incessant butcher, whose... More
  • The flags are natures newly found.
    Rifles grow sharper on the sight.
    There is a rumble of... More
  • Angry men and furious machines
    Swarm from the little blue of the horizon
    To the great... More
  • Every time the bucks went clattering
    Over Oklahoma
    A firecat bristled in the way. More
  • For the soldier of time, it breathes a summer sleep,

    In which his wound is good because... More
  • The greatest poverty is not to live
    In a physical world, to feel that one’s desire
    Is... More
  • The death of Satan was a tragedy
    For the imagination. More
  • His firm stanzas hang like hives in hell
    Or what hell was, since now both heaven and... More

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