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Poetry is a satifying of the desire for resemblance.
Wallace Stevens
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Wallace Stevens
Age: 75 †
Born: 1879
Born: October 2
Died: 1955
Died: August 2
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The old brown hen and the old blue sky, Between the two we live and die The broken cartwheel on the hill.
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In the same way, you were happy in spring, With the half colors of quarter-things, The slightly brighter sky, the melting clouds, The single bird, the obscure moon- The obscure moon lighting an obscure world Of thing that would never be quite expressed, Where you yourself were never quite yourself And did not want nor have to be.
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Of what is real I say, Is it the old, the roseate parent or The bride come jingling, kissed and cupped, or else The spirit and all ensigns of the self?
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Freedom is like a man who kills himself Each night, an incessant butcher, whose knife Grows sharp in blood.
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A diary is more or less the work of a man of clay whose hands are clumsy and in whose eyes there is no light.
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Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair. And the green freedom of a cockatoo Upon a rug mingle to dissipate The holy hush of ancient sacrifice
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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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Revolution Is the affair of logical lunatics.
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I certainly do not exist from nine to six, when I am at the office.
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The poet's function is to make his imagination . . . become the light in the mind of others. His role, in short, is to help people to live their lives.
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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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We live in an old chaos of the sun.
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Just as my fingers on these keys make music, so the self-same sounds on my spirit make a music too.
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The wind shifts like this: Like a human without illusions, Who still feels irrational things within her.
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Everything possessed the power to transform itself, or else, and what meant more, to be transformed.
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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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The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.
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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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Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates.
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Metaphor creates a new reality from which the original appears to be unreal.
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