“ 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-sou… Wallace Stevens
“ For the listener, who listens in the snow, / And, nothing himself, beholds /Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is. Wallace Stevens
“ Everything is complicated if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore. Wallace Stevens
“ We say God and the imagination are one... How high that highest candle lights the dark. Wallace Stevens
“ Death is the mother of Beauty hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires. Wallace Stevens
“ After the final no there comes a yes and on that yes the future of the world hangs. Wallace Stevens
“ I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections, Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling, Or just after. Wallace Stevens
“ Intolerance respecting other people's religion is toleration itself in comparison with intolerance respecting other people's art. Wallace Stevens
“ 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 b… Wallace Stevens
