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Life is an affair of people not of places. But for me, life is an affair of places and that is the trouble.
Wallace Stevens
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Wallace Stevens
Age: 75 †
Born: 1879
Born: October 2
Died: 1955
Died: August 2
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The poet makes silk dresses out of worms.
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The leaves hop, scraping on the ground. It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice. It is in this solitude, a syllable, Out of these gawky flitterings, Intones its single emptiness, The savagest hollow of winter-sound.
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In the same way, you were happy in spring, With the half colors of quarter-things, The slightly brighter sky, the melting clouds, The single bird, the obscure moon- The obscure moon lighting an obscure world Of thing that would never be quite expressed, Where you yourself were never quite yourself And did not want nor have to be.
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As life grows more terrible, its literature grows more terrible.
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All the great things have been denied and we live in an intricacy of new and local mythologies, political, economic, poetic, which are asserted with an ever-enlarging incoherence.
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The exceeding brightness of this early sun Makes me conceive how dark I have become.
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The house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became the book.
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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 time that beats in the breast and it is time That batters against the mind, silent and proud, The mind that knows it is destroyed by time.
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Tell X that speech is not dirty silence Clarified. It is silence made still dirtier.
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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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The imperfect is our paradise.
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To name an object is to deprive a poem of three-fourths of its pleasure, which consists in a little-by-little guessing game the ideal is to suggest.
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Poetry increases the feeling for reality.
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Day after day, throughout the winter, We hardened ourselves to live by bluest reason In a world of wind and frost.
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Perhaps it is of more value to infuriate philosophers than to go along with them.
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God is in me or else is not at all.
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Most poets who have little or nothing to say are concerned primarily with the way in which they say it ... if it is true that the style of a poem and the poem itself are one, ... it may be ... that the poets who have little or nothing to say are, or will be, the poets that matter.
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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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behold The approach of him whom none believes, Whom all believe that all believe, A pagan in a varnished car.
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