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God is in me or else is not at all.
Wallace Stevens
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Wallace Stevens
Age: 75 †
Born: 1879
Born: October 2
Died: 1955
Died: August 2
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I was the world in which I walked.
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Freedom is like a man who kills himself Each night, an incessant butcher, whose knife Grows sharp in blood.
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Music falls on the silence like a sense / A passion that we feel, not understand.
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Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates. It is of the nature of that in which it is found, whether the poem, the manner of a god, the bearing of a man. It is not a dress.
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The exceeding brightness of this early sun Makes me conceive how dark I have become.
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I am the truth, since I am part of what is real, but neither more nor less than those around me.
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The grackles sing avant the spring Most spiss oh! Yes, most spissantly. They sing right puissantly.
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I measure myself Against a tall tree I find that I am much taller, For I reach right up to the sun With my eye And I reach to the shore of the sea With my ear. Nevertheless, I dislike The way the ants crawl In and out of my shadow.
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The great poems of heaven and hell have been written and the great poem of earth remains to be written.
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The imagination is the liberty of the mind It is intrpeid and eager and the extreme of its achievement lies in abstraction.
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The chrysanthemums' astringent fragrance comes Each year to disguise the clanking mechanism Of machine within machine within machine.
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Poetry increases the feeling for reality.
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To live in the world but outside of existing conceptions of it.
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The poet makes silk dresses out of worms.
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Conceptions are artificial. Perceptions are essential.
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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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It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom.
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How cold the vacancy When the phantoms are gone and the shaken realist First sees reality. The mortal no Has its emptiness and tragic expirations.
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The imagination loses vitality as it ceases to adhere to what is real.
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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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