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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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Beneath every no lays a passion for yes that had never been broken.
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The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
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To regard the imagination as metaphysics is to think of it as part of life, and to think of it as part of life is to realize the extent of artifice. We live in the mind.
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Thought is an infection. In the case of certain thoughts, it becomes an epidemic.
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The magnificent cause of being, The imagination, the one reality In this imagined world.
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Nothing could be more inappropriate to American literature than its English source since the Americans are not British in sensibility.
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The imperfect is our paradise.
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The word is the making of the world
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At the sight of blackbirds Flying in a green light, Even the bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply.
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After the final no there comes a yes And on that yes the future world depends.
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A languid janitor bears His lantern through colonnades And the architecture swoons.
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It is never the thing but the version of the thing.
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It's not always easy to tell the difference between thinking and looking out of the window.
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Imagination is the will of things. . . .
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The mind is the great poem of winter, the man, Who, to find what will suffice, Destroys romantic tenements Of rose and ice.
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Everybody is looking at everybody else a foolish crowd walking on mirrors.
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Beauty is momentary in the mind -- The fitful tracing of a portal But in the flesh it is immortal. The body dies the body's beauty lives. So evenings die, in their green going, A wave, interminably flowing.
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Of the Surface of Things In my room, the world is beyond my understanding But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four Hills and a cloud.
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The physical world is meaningless tonight And there is no other.
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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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