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It gives a man character as a poet to have a daily contact with a job. I doubt whether I've lost a thing by leading an exceedingly regular and disciplined life.
Wallace Stevens
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Wallace Stevens
Age: 75 †
Born: 1879
Born: October 2
Died: 1955
Died: August 2
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Imagination applied to the whole world is vapid in comparison to imagination applied to a detail.
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The essential fault of surrealism is that it invents without discovering. To make a clam play an accordion is to invent not to discover. The observation of the unconscious, so far as it can be observed, should reveal things of which we have previously been unconscious, not the familiar things of which we have been conscious plus imagination.
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We live in an old chaos of the sun.
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All the great things have been denied and we live in an intricacy of new and local mythologies, political, economic, poetic, which are asserted with an ever-enlarging incoherence.
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Civilization must be destroyed. The hairy saints of the North have earned this crumb by their complaints.
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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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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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The winter is made and you have to bear it, The winter web, the winter woven, wind and wind, For all the thoughts of summer that go with it In the mind, pupa of straw, moppet of rags.
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The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
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It is the mind that is woven, the mind that was jerked And tufted in straggling thunder and shattered sun.
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The exceeding brightness of this early sun Makes me conceive how dark I have become.
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The house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became the book.
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The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.
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The poem must resist the intelligence almost successfully.
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The fire burns as the novel taught it how.
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The imagination is one of the forces of nature.
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Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates. It is of the nature of that in which it is found, whether the poem, the manner of a god, the bearing of a man. It is not a dress.
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It is the sun that shares our works. The moon shares nothing. It is a sea.
Wallace Stevens
The imagination is the liberty of the mind It is intrpeid and eager and the extreme of its achievement lies in abstraction.
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Death is the mother of beauty, mystical, Within whose burning bosom we devise Our earthly mothers waiting, sleeplessly.
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