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
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.
reality made
Reality is not what it is. It consists of the many realities which it can be made into.
angel reality doors
I am the angel of Reality, Seen for a moment standing in the door.
reality corruption realism
Realism is a corruption of reality.
reality metaphor
Reality is a cliché from which we escape by metaphor.
reality imagination causes
The magnificent cause of being, The imagination, the one reality In this imagined world ...
reality phantoms firsts
How cold the vacancy When the phantoms are gone and the shaken realist First sees reality. The mortal no Has its emptiness and tragic expirations.
reality world tonight
The physical world is meaningless tonight And there is no other.
reality feelings increase
Poetry increases the feeling for reality.
reality metaphor unreal
Metaphor creates a new reality from which the original appears to be unreal.
reality self expression
It is the imagination pressing back against the pressure of reality. It seems, in the last analysis, to have something to do with our self-preservation; and that, no doubt, is why the expression of it, the sound of its words, helps us to live our lives.
candle god high highest imagination lights
We say God and the imagination are one . . . How high that highest candle lights the dark.
eye few fiction himself thinking torn woman
Democritus plucked his eye out because he could not look at a woman without thinking of her as a woman. If he had read a few of our novels, he would have torn himself to pieces.
moving rivers flying
The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying.