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Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates.

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Wallace Stevens
Age: 75 †
Born: 1879
Born: October 2
Died: 1955
Died: August 2
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New York is a field of tireless and antagonistic interests undoubtedly fascinating but horribly unreal. Everybody is looking at everybody else a foolish crowd walking on mirrors.
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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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I do not know which to prefer - The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after.
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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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It must be this rhapsody or none, The rhapsody of things as they are.
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Above the forest of the parakeets, A parakeet of parakeets prevails, A pip of life amid a mort of tails.
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Reality is not what it is. It consists of the many realities which it can be made into.
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Poetry is a satifying of the desire for resemblance.
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The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying.
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It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice.
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To live in the world but outside of existing conceptions of it.
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The figures of the past go cloaked. They walk in mist and rain and snow And go, go slowly, but they go.
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Frogs eat Butterflies, Snakes eat Frogs, Hogs eat Snakes, Men eat Hogs.
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Man is an eternal sophomore.
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Life's nonsense pierces us with strange relation.
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The poem must resist the intelligence almost successfully.
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We must endure our thoughts all night, until the bright obvious stands motionless in the cold.
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The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.
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Cold is our element and winter's air Brings voices as of lions coming down.
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The wind, Tempestuous clarion, with heavy cry, Came bluntly thundering, more terrible Than the revenge of music on bassoons.
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