Wallace Stevens Quotes

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Thought is an infection. In the case of certain thoughts, it becomes an epidemic.

Wallace Stevens
The philosopher proves that the philosopher exists. The poet merely enjoys existence.

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How full of trifles everything is! It is only one's thoughts that fill a room with something more than furniture.

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She says, "But in contentment I still feel The need of some imperishable bliss." Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her, Alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams And our desires.

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Perhaps
The truth depends on a walk around a lake, A composing as the body tires, a stop
To see hepatica, a stop to watch
A definition growing certain and A wait within that certainty, a rest
In the swags of pine-trees bordering the lake.
Perhaps there are times of inherent excellence

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Perhaps it is of more value to infuriate philosophers than to go along with them.

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Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates. It is of the nature of that in which it is found, whether the poem, the manner of a god, the bearing of a man. It is not a dress.

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What our eyes behold may well be the text of life but one's meditations on the text and the disclosures of these meditations are no less a part of the structure of reality.

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Everything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore.

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What chieftain, walking by himself, crying
Most miserable, most victorious, Does not see these separate figures one by one,
And yet see only one, in his old coat,
His slouching pantaloons, beyond the town, Looking for what was, where it used to be?

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Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.

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It is the celestial ennui of apartments That sends us back to the first idea.

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Perhaps,
The man-hero is not the exceptional monster,
But he that of repetition is most master.

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I am one of you and being one of you
Is being and knowing what I am and know.
Yet I am the necessary angel of earth,
Since, in my sight, you see the earth again,
Cleared of its stiff and stubborn, man-locked set
And, in my hearing, you hear its tragic drone
Rise liquidly in liquid lingerings,
Like watery words awash; like meanings said
By repetitions of half-meanings. Am I not,
Myself, only half a figure of a sort,
A figure half seen, or seen for a moment, a man
Of the mind, an apparition appareled in
Apparels of such lightest look that a turn
Of my shoulders and quickly, too quickly, I am gone?

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The greatest poverty is not to live
In a physical world, to feel that one's desire
Is too difficult to tell from despair.

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To a large extent, the problems of poets are the problems of painters, and poets must often turn to the literature of painting for a discussion of their own problems.

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We must endure our thoughts all night, until the bright obvious stands motionless in the cold.

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A dead shepherd brought tremendous chords from hell And bad the sheep carouse. Or so they said.
Children in love with them brought early flowers
And scattered them about, no two alike.

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The prologues are over. It is a question, now, Of final belief. So, say that final belief Must be in a fiction. It is time to choose.

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Things as they are have been destroyed.
Have I? Am I a man that is dead
At a table on which the food is cold?
Is my thought a memory, not alive?
Is the spot on the floor, there, wine or blood
And whichever it may be, is it mine?

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Exile desire
For what is not. This is the barrenness
Of the fertile thing that can attain no more.

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A few things for themselves,
Florida, venereal soil,
Disclose to the lover.

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That scrawny cry — It was
A chorister whose c preceded the choir.
It was part of the colossal sun,
Surrounded by its choral rings,
Still far away. It was like
A new knowledge of reality.

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New York is a field of tireless and antagonistic interests undoubtedly fascinating but horribly unreal. Everybody is looking at everybody else a foolish crowd walking on mirrors.

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Logos and logic, crystal hypothesis,
Incipit and a form to speak the word
And every latent double in the word, Beau linguist.

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