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
writing men poetry
A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.
order two violent
A violent order is disorder; and a great disorder is an order. These two things are one.
change girl violet
We say This changes and that changes. Thus the constant Violets, doves, girls, bees and hyacinths Are inconstant objects of inconstant cause In a universe of inconstancy.
dirty silence speech
Tell X that speech is not dirty silence Clarified. It is silence made still dirtier.
perception mind essentials
Poetry has to be something more than a conception of the mind. It has to be a revelation of nature. Conceptions are artificial. Perceptions are essential.
winter ice sky
The leaves hop, scraping on the ground. It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice. It is in this solitude, a syllable, Out of these gawky flitterings, Intones its single emptiness, The savagest hollow of winter-sound.
world conception
To live in the world but outside of existing conceptions of it.
life character weather
There's no such thing as life; or if there is, It is faster than the weather, faster than Any character. It is more than any scene: Of the guillotine or of any glamorous hanging.
life country blue
The old brown hen and the old blue sky, Between the two we live and die The broken cartwheel on the hill.
time mind proud
It is time that beats in the breast and it is time That batters against the mind, silent and proud, The mind that knows it is destroyed by time.
religion spirit spirituality
It must be this rhapsody or none, The rhapsody of things as they are.
good-friend ideas air
What is there in life except one's ideas, Good air, good friend, what is there in life?
philosophical clouds speech
Funest philosophers and ponderers, Their evocations are the speech of clouds.
poet
A poet's words are of things that do not exist without the words.