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Wallace Stevens Quotes
Wallace Stevens: Collected Poetry & Prose
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“Thought is an infection. In the case of certain thoughts it becomes an epidemic. p901”
― Wallace Stevens: Collected Poetry & Prose
― Wallace Stevens: Collected Poetry & Prose
“The essential fault of surrealism is that it invents without discovering. To make a clam play an accordion is to invent not to discover. The observation of the unconscious, so far as it can be observed, should reveal things of which we have previously been unconscious, not the familiar things of which we have been conscious plus imagination. p. 919”
― Wallace Stevens: Collected Poetry & Prose
― Wallace Stevens: Collected Poetry & Prose
“Sentimentality is a failure of feeling. p.903”
― Wallace Stevens: Collected Poetry & Prose
― Wallace Stevens: Collected Poetry & Prose
“This is nothing until in a single man contained,
Nothing until this named thing nameless is
And is destroyed. He opens the door of his house
On flames. The scholar of one candle sees
An Arctic effulgence flaring on the frame
Of everything he is. And he feels afraid.”
― Wallace Stevens: Collected Poetry & Prose
Nothing until this named thing nameless is
And is destroyed. He opens the door of his house
On flames. The scholar of one candle sees
An Arctic effulgence flaring on the frame
Of everything he is. And he feels afraid.”
― Wallace Stevens: Collected Poetry & Prose
“His self and the sun were one
And his poems, although makings of his self,
Were no less makings of the sun.
It was not important that they survive.
What mattered was that they should bear
Some lineament or character,
Some affluence, if only half-perceived,
In the poverty of their words,
Of the planet of which they were part.”
― Wallace Stevens: Collected Poetry & Prose
And his poems, although makings of his self,
Were no less makings of the sun.
It was not important that they survive.
What mattered was that they should bear
Some lineament or character,
Some affluence, if only half-perceived,
In the poverty of their words,
Of the planet of which they were part.”
― Wallace Stevens: Collected Poetry & Prose
“Dwelling always in an in-between realm, between eras of the imagination, there exists a degree of perception at which what is real and what is imagined are one. — Wallace Stevens, Collected Poetry and Prose (Library of America, October 1, 1997)”
― Wallace Stevens: Collected Poetry & Prose
― Wallace Stevens: Collected Poetry & Prose
“Tuesday night. A delicate, blue night-most gorgeous, golden stars & the air as fresh and as pure as the air of the moon. I have a great affection for moonlight nights somehow & could cry “moon, moon, moon” as fast as the world calls “thief” after a villain. What a treasure house of silver and gold they are—& how lovely the planets look in the heavens—Bah—mere words.”
― Wallace Stevens: Collected Poetry & Prose
― Wallace Stevens: Collected Poetry & Prose
