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
sex people political
If some really acute observer made as much of egotism as Freud has made of sex, people would forget a good deal about sex and find the explanation for everything in egotism.
beauty mother dream
Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.
night men world
The night Makes everything grotesque. Is it because Night is the nature of man's interior world?
furniture rooms trifles
How full of trifles everything is! It is only one's thoughts that fill a room with something more than furniture.
writing needs doe
A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have.
thinking epidemics cases
Thought is an infection. In the case of certain thoughts, it becomes an epidemic.
art people religion
Intolerance respecting other people's religion is toleration itself in comparison with intolerance respecting other people's art.
jobs character men
It gives a man character as a poet to have a daily contact with a job. I doubt whether I've lost a thing by leading an exceedingly regular and disciplined life.
villain photogenic
True villains are extremely photogenic.
literature inappropriate source
Nothing could be more inappropriate to American literature than its English source since the Americans are not British in sensibility.
needs rivals addresses
If poetry should address itself to the same needs and aspirations, the same hopes and fears, to which the Bible addresses itself, it might rival it in distribution.
gone fruit
Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.
fire taught novel
The fire burns as the novel taught it how.
eye reality meditation
What our eyes behold may well be the text of life but one's meditations on the text and the disclosures of these meditations are no less a part of the structure of reality.