Death is the mother of Beauty hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires. Wallace Stevens on alone
It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom. Wallace Stevens on alone
Death is the mother of Beauty hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires. Wallace Stevens on beauty
I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections, Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling, Or just after. Wallace Stevens on beauty
Death is the mother of Beauty hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires. Wallace Stevens on death
Death is the mother of Beauty hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires. Wallace Stevens on dreams
After the final no there comes a yes and on that yes the future of the world hangs. Wallace Stevens on future
The imagination is man's power over nature. Wallace Stevens on imagination
In the world of words, the imagination is one of the forces of nature. Wallace Stevens on imagination
We say God and the imagination are one... How high that highest candle lights the dark. Wallace Stevens on imagination
To regard the imagination as metaphysics is to think of it as part of life, and to think of it as part of life is to realize the extent of artifice. We live in the mind. Wallace Stevens on imagination
The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening. Wallace Stevens on morning
Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake. Wallace Stevens on nature
Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise! Wallace Stevens on nature
In the world of words, the imagination is one of the forces of nature. Wallace Stevens on nature
A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have. Wallace Stevens on nature
A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman. Wallace Stevens on poetry
Everything is complicated if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore. Wallace Stevens on poetry
Most people read poetry listening for echoes because the echoes are familiar to them. They wade through it the way a boy wades through water, feeling with his toes for the bottom: The echoes are the bottom. Wallace Stevens on poetry