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Words of the world are the life of the world.

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 can't make head or tail of Life. Love is a fine thing, Art is a fine thing, Nature is a fine thing but the average human mind and spirit are confusing beyond measure. Sometimes I think that all our learning is the little learning of the maxim. To laugh at a Roman awe-stricken in a sacred grove is to laugh at something today.
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Why should she give her bounty to the dead? What is divinity if it can come Only in silent shadows and in dreams?
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Accuracy of observation is the equivalent of accuracy of thinking.
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The imperfect is our paradise.
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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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What's down below is in the past Like last night's crickets, far below.
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Imagination is the will of things. . . .
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And what's above is in the past As sure as all the angels are.
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If some really acute observer made as much of egotism as Freud has made of sex, people would forget a good deal about sex and find the explanation for everything in egotism.
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The reader became the book and summer night Was like the conscious being of the book.
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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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The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
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The magnificent cause of being, The imagination, the one reality In this imagined world.
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It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice.
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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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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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After the final no there comes a yes And on that yes the future world depends.
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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.
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Beneath every no lays a passion for yes that had never been broken.
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Life consists Of propositions about life. The human Revery is a solitude in which We compose these propositions, torn by dreams, By the terrible incantations of defeats And by the fear that the defeats and the dreams are one. The whole race is a poet that writes down The eccentric propositions of its fate.
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