“Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.”
— Wallace Stevens
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I do not know which to prefer,
“I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections, Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling, Or just after.”
— Wallace Stevens
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Money is a kind of poetry.
“Money is a kind of poetry.”
— Wallace Stevens
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In poetry, you must love the words,
“In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.”
— Wallace Stevens
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Most people read poetry listening for echoes
“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
Author: Wallace Stevens
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In the world of words, the imagination
“In the world of words, the imagination is one of the forces of nature.”
— Wallace Stevens
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Category: imagination
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The day of the sun is like
“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
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A poem need not have a meaning
“A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have.”
— Wallace Stevens
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Category: nature
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Everything is complicated; if that were not
“Everything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore.”
— Wallace Stevens
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Perhaps the truth depends on a walk
“Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.”
— Wallace Stevens
Author: Wallace Stevens
Category: truth
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