Wallace Stevens quotes - page 12

It is the human that demands his speech From beasts or from the incommunicable mass. (Wallace Stevens)
The major abstraction is the commonal, The inanimate, difficult visage. View quote
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It is the sun that shares our works. View quote
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Phoebus is dead, ephebe. But Phoebus was A name for something that never could be named. There was a project for the sun and is. View quote
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The truth seems to be that we live in concepts of the imagination before the reason has established them. View quote
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Life consists Of propositions about life. View quote
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But to impose is not To discover. View quote
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There was a muddy centre before we breathed. There was a myth before the myth began, Venerable and articulate and complete. View quote
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This warmth is for lovers at last accomplishing Their love, this beginning, not resuming, this Booming and booming of the new-come bee. View quote
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I am one of you and being one of you Is being and knowing what I am and know. Yet I am the necessary angel of earth, Since, in my sight, you see the earth again, Cleared of its stiff and stubborn, man-locked set. View quote
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I placed a jar in Tennessee And round it was, upon a hill. (Wallace Stevens)
Am I that imagine this angel less-satisfied? Are the wings his, the lapis-haunted air? View quote
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Being the lion in the lute Before the lion locked in stone. View quote
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One of the limits of reality Presents itself in Oley when the hay, Baked through long days, is piled in mows. It is A land too ripe for enigmas, too serene.... View quote
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The nothingness was a nakedness, a point. View quote
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There's a meditation there, in which there seems. View quote
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Violets, doves, girls, bees and hyacinths Are inconstant objects of inconstant cause In a universe of inconstancy. View quote
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Straight to the utmost crown of night he flew. The nothingness was a nakedness, a point. View quote
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Of what was it I was thinking? So the meaning escapes. View quote
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I am the spouse. She took her necklace off And laid it in the sand. As I am, I am The spouse. View quote
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Do not speak to us of the greatness of poetry, Of the torches wisping in the underground, Of the structure of vaults upon a point of light. (Wallace Stevens)
How simply the fictive hero becomes the real; How gladly with proper words the solider dies, If he must, or lives on the bread of faithful speech. View quote
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Tonight the lilacs magnify The easy passion, the ever-ready love Of the lover that lies within us and we breathe. View quote
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A vermillioned nothingness, any stick of the mass Of which we are too distantly a part. View quote
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To know that the balance does not quite rest, That the mask is strange, however like. View quote
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