Wallace Stevens
Wallace Stevens
Wallace Stevenswas an American Modernist poet. He was born in Reading, Pennsylvania, educated at Harvard and then New York Law School, and he spent most of his life working as an executive for an insurance company in Hartford, Connecticut. He won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for his Collected Poems in 1955...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth2 October 1879
CountryUnited States of America
sky despair cry
the windy sky Cries out a literate despair.
yellow orange skins
The yellow glistens. It glistens with various yellows, Citrons, oranges and greens Flowering over the skin.
dwelling light air
Out of this same light, out of the central mind, We make a dwelling in the evening air, In which being there together is enough.
snow listeners
For the listener, who listens in the snow, / And, nothing himself, beholds / Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
clouds understanding three
Of the Surface of Things In my room, the world is beyond my understanding; But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four Hills and a cloud.
literature spirit humans
How has the human spirit ever survived the terrific literature with which it has had to contend?
autumn juice tables
A pear should come to the table popped with juice, Ripened in warmth and served in warmth. On terms Like these, autumn beguiles the fatalist.
nerves
One must read poetry with one's nerves.
hiking world trekking
I was the world in which I walked.
winter snow cedars
It was evening all afternoon. It was snowing And it was going to snow. The blackbird sat In the cedar-limbs.
rome speech poverty
It is poverty's speech that seeks us out the most. It is older than the oldest speech of Rome. This is the tragic accent of the scene.
winter men ice
The mind is the great poem of winter, the man, Who, to find what will suffice, Destroys romantic tenements Of rose and ice....
furniture rooms trifles
How full of trifles everything is! It is only one's thoughts that fill a room with something more than furniture.
literature inappropriate source
Nothing could be more inappropriate to American literature than its English source since the Americans are not British in sensibility.