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Life is not free from its forms.
Wallace Stevens
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Wallace Stevens
Age: 75 †
Born: 1879
Born: October 2
Died: 1955
Died: August 2
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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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Cold is our element and winter's air Brings voices as of lions coming down.
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Funest philosophers and ponderers, Their evocations are the speech of clouds.
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Nothing could be more inappropriate to American literature than its English source since the Americans are not British in sensibility.
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It is poverty's speech that seeks us out the most. It is older than the oldest speech of Rome. This is the tragic accent of the scene.
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Realism is a corruption of reality.
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We say God and the imagination are one... How high that highest candle lights the dark.
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It was autumn and falling stars Covered the shrivelled forms Crouched in the moonlight.
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There may be always a time of innocence. There is never a place.
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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.
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God is in me or else is not at all.
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Words of the world are the life of the world.
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Poetry is a satifying of the desire for resemblance.
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Soldier, there is a war between the mind And sky, between thought and day and night. It is For that the poet is always in the sun, Patches the moon together in his room To his Virgilian cadences, up down, Up down. It is a war that never ends.
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The prologues are over. It is a question, now, Of final belief. So, say that final belief Must be in a fiction. It is time to choose.
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