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It has to be living, to learn the speech of the place, It has to face the man of the time.

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Wallace Stevens
Age: 75 †
Born: 1879
Born: October 2
Died: 1955
Died: August 2
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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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One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow
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The exceeding brightness of this early sun Makes me conceive how dark I have become.
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Children picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill.
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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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The mind is the great poem of winter, the man, Who, to find what will suffice, Destroys romantic tenements Of rose and ice.
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There may be always a time of innocence. There is never a place.
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The wind shifts like this: Like a human without illusions, Who still feels irrational things within her.
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