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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.
Wallace Stevens
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Wallace Stevens
Age: 75 †
Born: 1879
Born: October 2
Died: 1955
Died: August 2
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Funest philosophers and ponderers, Their evocations are the speech of clouds.
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And what's above is in the past As sure as all the angels are.
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God is in me or else is not at all.
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The purpose of poetry is to make life complete in itself.
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It is never the thing but the version of the thing: The fragrance of the woman not her self, Her self in her manner not the solid block, The day in its color not perpending time, Time in its weather, our most sovereign lord, The weather in words and words in sounds of sound.
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The magnificent cause of being, The imagination, the one reality In this imagined world.
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