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Cold is our element and winter's air Brings voices as of lions coming down.
Wallace Stevens
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Wallace Stevens
Age: 75 †
Born: 1879
Born: October 2
Died: 1955
Died: August 2
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Everything is complicated if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore.
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A change of style is a change of meaning.
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The philosopher proves that the philosopher exists. The poet merely enjoys existence.
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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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The chrysanthemums' astringent fragrance comes Each year to disguise the clanking mechanism Of machine within machine within machine.
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The greatest poverty is not to live In a physical world, to feel that one's desire Is too difficult to tell from despair.
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