Wallace Stevens quotes - page 9

New York is a field of tireless and antagonistic interests undoubtedly fascinating but horribly unreal. Everybody is looking at everybody else a foolish crowd walking on mirrors. (Wallace Stevens)
The reason can give nothing at all Like the response to desire. View quote
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A breath upon her hand Muted the night. She turned - A cymbal crashed, Amid roaring horns. View quote
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Twenty men crossing a bridge, Into a village, Are Twenty men crossing a bridge Into a village. View quote
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One must have a mind of winter to regard the frost and the boughs of the pine trees, crusted with snow, And have been cold a long time, to behold the junipers, shagged with ice, the spruces, rough in the distant glitter of the January sun, and not to think of any misery in the sound of the wind, in the sound of a few leaves, which is the sound of the land, full of the same wind, blowing in the same bare place for the listener, who listens in the snow, and, nothing herself, beholds nothing that is not there, and the nothing that is. View quote
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That strange flower, the sun, Is just what you say. Have it your way. The world is ugly, And the people are sad.. View quote
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A man and a woman Are one. A man and a woman and a blackbird Are one. View quote
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O thin men of Haddam, Why do you imagine golden birds? Do you not see how the blackbird Walks around the feet Of the women about you? View quote
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Donna, donna, dark, Stooping in indigo gown And cloudy constellations, Conceal yourself or disclose Fewest things to the lover - A hand that bears a thick-leaved fruit, A pungent bloom against your shade. View quote
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If to serenade almost to man Is to miss, by that, things as they are, Say that it is the serenade Of a man that plays a blue guitar. View quote
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Slowly the ivy on the stones Becomes the stones. Women become The cities, children become the fields And men in waves become the sea. (Wallace Stevens)
Be content - Expansions, diffusions - content to be The unspotted imbecile revery, The heraldic center of the world Of blue, blue sleek with a hundred chins, The amorist Adjective aflame... View quote
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The swarm of thoughts, the swarm of dreams Of inaccessible Utopia. A mountainous music always seemed To be falling and to be passing away. View quote
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The wind in which the dead leaves blow. Here I inhale profounder strength And as I am, I speak and move And things are as I think they are And say they are on the blue guitar. View quote
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Not to be realized because not to Be seen, not to be loved nor hated because Not to be realized. View quote
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It must be visible or invisible, Invisible or visible or both: A seeing and unseeing in the eye. The weather and the giant of the weather, Say the weather, the mere weather, the mere air: An abstraction blooded, as a man by thought. View quote
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Apotheosis is not The origin of the major man. He comes, p>Compact in invincible foils, from reason, Lighted at midnight by the studious eye, Swaddled in revery, the object ofThe hum of thoughts evaded in the mind... View quote
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It is of him, ephebe, to make, to confect The final elegance, not to console Nor sanctify, but plainly to propound. View quote
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On a blue island in a sky-wide water The wild orange trees continued to bloom and to bear, Long after the planter's death. 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 An odor evoking nothing, absolute. We encounter in the dead middle of the night The purple odor, the abundant bloom. View quote
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A fictive covering Weaves always glistening from the heart and mind. (Wallace Stevens)
He imposes orders as he thinks of them, As the fox and snake do. It is a brave affair. View quote
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There is a month, a year, there is a time In which majesty is a mirror of the self: I have not but I am and as I am, I am. View quote
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Perhaps, The man-hero is not the exceptional monster, But he that of repetition is most master. View quote
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You remain the more than natural figure. You Become the soft-footed phantom, the irrationalDistortion, however fragrant, however dear. That's it: the more than rational distortion, The fiction that results from feeling. Yes, that. View quote
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