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
bears architecture janitor
A languid janitor bears His lantern through colonnades And the architecture swoons.
believe car pagan
behold The approach of him whom none believes, Whom all believe that all believe, A pagan in a varnished car.
may innocence
There may be always a time of innocence. There is never a place.
forests tails parakeets
Above the forest of the parakeets, A parakeet of parakeets prevails, A pip of life amid a mort of tails.
inspirational ignorance chiefs
One's ignorance is one's chief asset.
challenges crow gulls
One sparrow is worth a thousand gulls, When it sings. The gull sits on chimney-tops. He mocks the guinea, challenges The crow, inciting various modes. The sparrow requites one, without intent.
hero eye men
If the hero is not a person, the emblem Of him, even if Xenophon, seems To stand taller than a person stands, has A wider brow, large and less human Eyes and bruted ears: the man-like body Of a primitive.
art nature tennessee
I placed a jar in Tennessee, And round it was, upon a hill. It made the slovenly wilderness Surround that hill.
land self sea
The sea Severs not only lands but also selves.
moon sea sun
It is the sun that shares our works. The moon shares nothing. It is a sea.
boys echoes water
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.
hero believe mud
Unless we believe in the hero, what is there To believe? Incisive what, the fellow Of what good. Devise. Make him of mud....
real world few-words
On a few words of what is real in the world I nourish myself. I defend myself against Whatever remains.
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.