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Wallace Stevens
A poet looks...
A poet looks at the world as a man looks at a woman.
Source: In Webster's NewWorld...
In the world...
In the world of words, the imagination is one of the forces of nature.
Source: In...
Reality is not...
Reality is not what it is. It consists of the many realities which it can be made into.
They said,...
They said, You have a blue guitar,
You do not play things as they are.
The man replied, Things as they...
Union of the...
Union of the weakest develops strength
Not wisdom. Can all men, together, avenge
One of the leaves that have...
Perhaps the truth...
Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.
Source: In
If poetry should...
If poetry should address itself to the same needs and aspirations, the same hopes and fears, to which the Bible...
A poem need...
A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have.
Everything is complicated;...
Everything is complicated; if that we not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a...
Money is a...
Money is a kind of poetry.
Source: Harper's, Oct 85
-- Wallace Stevens, (Oct 2...
Most people read...
Most people read [poetry] listening for echoes because the echoes are familiar to them. They wade through it the way a...
How full of...
How full of trifles everything is! It is only one's thoughts that fill a room with something more than...
What our eyes...
What our eyes behold may well be the text of life but one's meditations on the text and the disclosures of these...
Style is not...
Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates. It is of the nature of that in which it is found,...
As life grows...
As life grows more terrible, its literature grows more terrible.
Source: Opus...
Accuracy of observation...
Accuracy of observation is the equivalent of accuracy of thinking.
Source: Opus...
The philosopher proves...
The philosopher proves that the philosopher exists. The poet merely enjoys existence.
One cannot spend...
One cannot spend one's time in being modern when there are so many more important things to...
A diary is...
A diary is more or less the work of a man of clay whose hands are clumsy and in whose eyes there is no...
Perhaps it is...
Perhaps it is of more value to infuriate philosophers than to go along with them.