Quote

It is the mind that is woven, the mind that was jerked And tufted in straggling thunder and shattered sun.

Wallace Stevens

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Wallace Stevens
Age: 75 †
Born: 1879
Born: October 2
Died: 1955
Died: August 2
Journalist
Lawyer
Playwright
Poet
Poet Lawyer
Writer
Woven
Thunder
Sun
Mind
Jerked
Shattered

More quotes by Wallace Stevens

Image
Time is a horse that runs in the heart, a horse Without a rider on a road at night. The mind sits listening and hears it pass.
Wallace Stevens
Image
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.
Wallace Stevens
Image
Reality is not what it is. It consists of the many realities which it can be made into.
Wallace Stevens
Image
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.
Wallace Stevens
Image
The wind, Tempestuous clarion, with heavy cry, Came bluntly thundering, more terrible Than the revenge of music on bassoons.
Wallace Stevens
Image
Key West, unfortunately, is becoming rather literary and artistic.
Wallace Stevens
Image
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?
Wallace Stevens
Image
The greatest poverty is not to live In a physical world, to feel that one's desire Is too difficult to tell from despair.
Wallace Stevens
Image
God is gracious to some very peculiar people.
Wallace Stevens
Image
The heavy trees, The grunting, shuffling branches, the robust, The nocturnal, the antique, the blue-green pines Deepen the feelings to inhuman depths.
Wallace Stevens
Image
It is never the thing but the version of the thing.
Wallace Stevens
Image
The mind is the great poem of winter, the man, Who, to find what will suffice, Destroys romantic tenements Of rose and ice.
Wallace Stevens
Image
Throw away the light, the definitions, and say what you see in the dark.
Wallace Stevens
Image
The reading of a poem should be an experience. Its writing must be all the more so.
Wallace Stevens
Image
Funest philosophers and ponderers, Their evocations are the speech of clouds.
Wallace Stevens
Image
All poetry is experimental poetry.
Wallace Stevens
Image
Life is an affair of people not of places. But for me, life is an affair of places and that is the trouble.
Wallace Stevens
Image
Poetry is the scholar's art.
Wallace Stevens
Image
To name an object is to deprive a poem of three-fourths of its pleasure, which consists in a little-by-little guessing game the ideal is to suggest.
Wallace Stevens
Image
Cold is our element and winter's air Brings voices as of lions coming down.
Wallace Stevens