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Thought tends to collect in pools.

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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.
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Metaphor creates a new reality from which the original appears to be unreal.
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Poetry is a response to the daily necessity of getting the world right.
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What's down below is in the past Like last night's crickets, far below.
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Success as a result of industry is a peasant's ideal.
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There's no such thing as life or if there is, It is faster than the weather, faster than Any character. It is more than any scene: Of the guillotine or of any glamorous hanging.
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This mangled, smutted semi-world hacked out Of dirt . . . It is not possible for the moon To blot this with its dove-winged blendings.
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God and the imagination are one.
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To live in the world but outside of existing conceptions of it.
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Divinity must live within herself: Passions of rain, or moods in the falling snow Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued Elations when the forest blooms gusty Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights All pleasures and all pains, remembering The boughs of summer and the winter branch. These are the measures destined for her soul.
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We live in an old chaos of the sun.
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The greatest poverty is not to live In a physical world, to feel that one's desire Is too difficult to tell from despair.
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Fat girl, terrestrial, my summer, my night, How is it I find you in difference, see you there In a moving contour, a change not quite completed? You are familiar yet an aberration.
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Out of this same light, out of the central mind, We make a dwelling in the evening air, In which being there together is enough.
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I was myself the compass of that sea: I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw Or heard or felt came not but from myself And there I found myself more truly and more strange.
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We say God and the imagination are one... How high that highest candle lights the dark.
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