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It is never the thing but the version of the thing.
Wallace Stevens
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Wallace Stevens
Age: 75 †
Born: 1879
Born: October 2
Died: 1955
Died: August 2
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Poetry is the scholar's art.
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Of what is real I say, Is it the old, the roseate parent or The bride come jingling, kissed and cupped, or else The spirit and all ensigns of the self?
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The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.
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Make the visible a little hard to see.
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I can't make head or tail of Life. Love is a fine thing, Art is a fine thing, Nature is a fine thing but the average human mind and spirit are confusing beyond measure. Sometimes I think that all our learning is the little learning of the maxim. To laugh at a Roman awe-stricken in a sacred grove is to laugh at something today.
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The point of vision and desire are the same.
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Two things of opposite natures seem to depend / One on another, as Logos depends / On Eros, day on night, the imagined On the real. / This is the origin of change.
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After one has abandoned a belief in God, poetry is that essence which takes its place as life's redemption.
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The subject matter... is not that collection of solid, static objects extended in space but the life that is lived in the scene that it composes.
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Money is a kind of poetry.
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Music falls on the silence like a sense / A passion that we feel, not understand.
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The purpose of poetry is to make life complete in itself.
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The thinker as reader reads what has been written. He wears the words he reads to look upon Within his being.
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This mangled, smutted semi-world hacked out Of dirt . . . It is not possible for the moon To blot this with its dove-winged blendings.
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The imagination is one of the forces of nature.
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I was the world in which I walked.
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The old brown hen and the old blue sky, Between the two we live and die The broken cartwheel on the hill.
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Just as my fingers on these keys make music, so the self-same sounds on my spirit make a music too.
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Everybody is looking at everybody else a foolish crowd walking on mirrors.
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