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Reality is not what it is. It consists of the many realities which it can be made into.
Wallace Stevens
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Wallace Stevens
Age: 75 †
Born: 1879
Born: October 2
Died: 1955
Died: August 2
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If sex were all, then every trembling hand Could make us squeak, like dolls, the wished-for words.
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To lose sensibility, to see what one sees, As if sight had not its own miraculous thrift, To hear only what one hears, one meaning alone, As if the paradise of meaning ceased To be paradise, it is this to be destitute.
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We must endure our thoughts all night, until the bright obvious stands motionless in the cold.
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Unless we believe in the hero, what is there To believe? Incisive what, the fellow Of what good. Devise. Make him of mud.
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The night Makes everything grotesque. Is it because Night is the nature of man's interior world?
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The wind had seized the tree and ha, and ha, It held the shivering, the shaken limbs, Then bathed its body in the leaping lake.
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