Quote

Children picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill.

Wallace Stevens

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Wallace Stevens
Age: 75 †
Born: 1879
Born: October 2
Died: 1955
Died: August 2
Journalist
Lawyer
Playwright
Poet
Poet Lawyer
Writer
Hill
Quick
Hills
Bones
Children
Never
Foxes
Picking

More quotes by Wallace Stevens

Image
It is the belief and not the god that counts.
Wallace Stevens
Image
They said, 'You have a blue guitar, / You do not play things as they are.' / The man replied, 'Things as they are / Are changed upon the blue guitar.'
Wallace Stevens
Image
God is in me or else is not at all.
Wallace Stevens
Image
Man is an eternal sophomore.
Wallace Stevens
Image
Intolerance respecting other people's religion is toleration itself in comparison with intolerance respecting other people's art.
Wallace Stevens
Image
Sentimentality is a failure of feeling.
Wallace Stevens
Image
The thinker as reader reads what has been written. He wears the words he reads to look upon Within his being.
Wallace Stevens
Image
It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice.
Wallace Stevens
Image
Fat girl, terrestrial, my summer, my night, How is it I find you in difference, see you there In a moving contour, a change not quite completed? You are familiar yet an aberration.
Wallace Stevens
Image
How full of trifles everything is! It is only one's thoughts that fill a room with something more than furniture.
Wallace Stevens
Image
Death is the mother of beauty, mystical, Within whose burning bosom we devise Our earthly mothers waiting, sleeplessly.
Wallace Stevens
Image
Poetry is a finikin thing of air That lives uncertainly and not for long Yet radiantly beyond much lustier blurs.
Wallace Stevens
Image
The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream.
Wallace Stevens
Image
What is there in life except one's ideas, Good air, good friend, what is there in life?
Wallace Stevens
Image
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.
Wallace Stevens
Image
The poet makes silk dresses out of worms.
Wallace Stevens
Image
It is necessary to any originality to have the courage to be an amateur.
Wallace Stevens
Image
If sex were all, then every trembling hand Could make us squeak, like dolls, the wished-for words.
Wallace Stevens
Image
A poet's words are of things that do not exist without the words.
Wallace Stevens
Image
You know that the nucleus of a time is not The poet but the poem, the growth of the mind Of the world, the heroic effort to live expressed As victory. The poet does not speak in ruins Nor stand there making orotund consolations. He shares the confusions of intelligence.
Wallace Stevens