Wallace Stevens quotes - page 14

Imagination is the power of the mind over the possibilities of things. (Wallace Stevens)
Poetry is a means of redemption. View quote
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Metaphor creates a new reality from which the original appears to be unreal. View quote
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The reading of a poem should be an experience. Its writing must be all the more so. View quote
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The purpose of poetry is to make life complete in itself. View quote
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It must be this rhapsody or none, The rhapsody of things as they are. View quote
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The house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became the book. View quote
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To live in the world but outside of existing conceptions of it. View quote
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You like it under the trees in autumn, because everything is half dead. The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves and repeats words without menaing. View quote
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At the sight of blackbirds Flying in a green light, Even the bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply. View quote
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All poetry is experimental poetry. (Wallace Stevens)
Life is an affair of people not of places. But for me, life is an affair of places and that is the trouble. View quote
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Trees Trees, proud standing people stretching fingertips to the sky, reaching, praying glorious attention, breathing light. strength shelter timeless confidence bending and firm comforting rooted chorus line dancing with the moon, the wind, the clouds framing bursts of stars tender rugged celebration absorbing and releasing life each holy branch holding the power of the Universe. There. View quote
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My tribute to mystical, magical trees that the Cherokee called 'standing people....' View quote
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...after a night spent writing poetry, one is almost happy to hear the milkman at the door. View quote
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Civilization must be destroyed. The hairy saints of the North have earned this crumb by their complaints. View quote
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LIGHT FROM WITHIN my friend, cancer got you damn it you had it beat for seven years at least. how did it come back Why all that pain. again. and you, such a fighter you fought me over and over with tears and words and promises. you fought for me with honesty and a light so bright it hurts my heart. sweet lorna. at peace now finally no more battles, just light from within a flickering candle in the dark burns with you. View quote
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Imagination...is the irrepressible revolutionist. View quote
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Like the Sweetness of Gardenias Mother, you died 15 years ago. pain, a rapier, cut until, finally, there was just peace like the sweetness of gardenias in the crystal vase on your yellow kitchen table. so fragrant. your voice lingers in my ear reminding, scolding, guiding a pleasant mantra of tenderness, magic words that move my palms, your palms. together we are molding, helping, creating. in the mirror I see your eyes, your beautiful brown circles looking back, so radiant. 'don't forget me,' you whispered the day you died. I won't. View quote
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Poetry is a response to the daily necessity of getting the world right. View quote
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Thought tends to collect in pools. (Wallace Stevens)
Most modern reproducers of life, even including the camera, really repudiate it. We gulp down evil, choke at good. View quote
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Words of the world are the life of the world. View quote
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Life is not free from its forms. View quote
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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. View quote
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