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Poetry is a finikin thing of air That lives uncertainly and not for long Yet radiantly beyond much lustier blurs.
Wallace Stevens
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Wallace Stevens
Age: 75 †
Born: 1879
Born: October 2
Died: 1955
Died: August 2
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Day after day, throughout the winter, We hardened ourselves to live by bluest reason In a world of wind and frost.
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The philosopher proves that the philosopher exists. The poet merely enjoys existence.
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You like it under the trees in autumn, because everything is half dead. The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves and repeats words without menaing.
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Ethics are no more a part of poetry than theyare of painting.
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Cold is our element and winter's air Brings voices as of lions coming down.
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An old argument with me is that the true religious force in the world is not the church, but the world itself: the mysterious callings of Nature and our responses.
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