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We live in an old chaos of the sun.

Wallace Stevens

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Wallace Stevens
Age: 75 †
Born: 1879
Born: October 2
Died: 1955
Died: August 2
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In the same way, you were happy in spring, With the half colors of quarter-things, The slightly brighter sky, the melting clouds, The single bird, the obscure moon- The obscure moon lighting an obscure world Of thing that would never be quite expressed, Where you yourself were never quite yourself And did not want nor have to be.
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It must be this rhapsody or none, The rhapsody of things as they are.
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the windy sky Cries out a literate despair.
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The life of the city never lets you go, nor do you ever want it to.
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The poem must resist the intelligence almost successfully.
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The muddy rivers of spring Are snarling Under the muddy skies. The mind is muddy.
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Reality is a cliché from which we escape by metaphor.
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Tinsel in February, tinsel in August. There are things in a man besides his reason.
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The consolations of space are nameless things. It was after the neurosis of winter. It was In the genius of summer that they blew up The statue of Jove among the boomy clouds. It took all day to quieten the sky And then to refill its emptiness again.
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It is the imagination pressing back against the pressure of reality. It seems, in the last analysis, to have something to do with our self-preservation and that, no doubt, is why the expression of it, the sound of its words, helps us to live our lives.
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behold The approach of him whom none believes, Whom all believe that all believe, A pagan in a varnished car.
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The imagination loses vitality as it ceases to adhere to what is real. When it adheres to the unreal and intensifies what is unreal, while its first effect may be extraordinary, that effect is the maximum effect that it will ever have.
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