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Anything is beautiful if you say it is.

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Wallace Stevens
Age: 75 †
Born: 1879
Born: October 2
Died: 1955
Died: August 2
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The physical world is meaningless tonight And there is no other.
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Imagination applied to the whole world is vapid in comparison to imagination applied to a detail.
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The imagination is the power that enables us to perceive the normal in the abnormal, the opposite of chaos in chaos.
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behold The approach of him whom none believes, Whom all believe that all believe, A pagan in a varnished car.
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It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice.
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Imagination is the power of the mind over the possibilities of things.
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Death is the mother of beauty, mystical, Within whose burning bosom we devise Our earthly mothers waiting, sleeplessly.
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The reading of a poem should be an experience. Its writing must be all the more so.
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The imagination is the liberty of the mind It is intrpeid and eager and the extreme of its achievement lies in abstraction.
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The poet is the priest of the invisible.
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Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates.
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I measure myself Against a tall tree I find that I am much taller, For I reach right up to the sun With my eye And I reach to the shore of the sea With my ear. Nevertheless, I dislike The way the ants crawl In and out of my shadow.
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Most poets who have little or nothing to say are concerned primarily with the way in which they say it ... if it is true that the style of a poem and the poem itself are one, ... it may be ... that the poets who have little or nothing to say are, or will be, the poets that matter.
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One sparrow is worth a thousand gulls, When it sings. The gull sits on chimney-tops. He mocks the guinea, challenges The crow, inciting various modes. The sparrow requites one, without intent.
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The muddy rivers of spring Are snarling Under the muddy skies. The mind is muddy.
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I was the world in which I walked.
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What is there in life except one's ideas, Good air, good friend, what is there in life?
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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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Conceptions are artificial. Perceptions are essential.
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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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