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People ought to like poetry the way a child likes snow & they would if poets wrote it.

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Wallace Stevens
Age: 75 †
Born: 1879
Born: October 2
Died: 1955
Died: August 2
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Most people read poetry listening for echoes because the echoes are familiar to them. They wade through it the way a boy wades through water, feeling with his toes for the bottom: The echoes are the bottom.
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After a lustre of the moon, we say We have not the need of any paradise, We have not the need of any seducing hymn.
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A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.
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