Perhaps it is of more value to infuriate philosophers than to go along with them. Wallace Stevens More Quotes by Wallace Stevens More Quotes From Wallace Stevens You like it under the trees in autumn, because everything is half dead. The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves and repeats words without menaing. Wallace Stevens autumn fall moving Everything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore. Wallace Stevens would-be beauty art Revolution Wallace Stevens affair logical revolution Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates. It is of the nature of that in which it is found, whether the poem, the manner of a god, the bearing of a man. It is not a dress. Wallace Stevens fashion god men Throw away the light, the definitions, and say what you see in the dark. Wallace Stevens definitions light dark We have been a little insane about the truth. We have had an obsession. Wallace Stevens insane truth littles Perhaps there is a degree of perception at which what is real and what is imagines are one: a state of clairvoyant observation, accessible or possibly accessible to the poet or, say, the acutest poet. Wallace Stevens poetry perception real A violent order is disorder; and a great disorder is an order. These two things are one. Wallace Stevens violent two order I was myself the compass of that sea: I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw Or heard or felt came not but from myself; And there I found myself more truly and more strange. Wallace Stevens saws sea world Of the Surface of Things In my room, the world is beyond my understanding; But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four Hills and a cloud. Wallace Stevens three understanding clouds Children picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill. Wallace Stevens hills foxes children Time is a horse that runs in the heart, a horse Wallace Stevens horse time running As life grows more terrible, its literature grows more terrible. Wallace Stevens terrible grows literature Poetry is a means of redemption. Wallace Stevens redemption poetry mean The philosopher proves that the philosopher exists. The poet merely enjoys existence. Wallace Stevens philosopher poet philosophy The heavy trees, Wallace Stevens feelings blue tree Poetry is an abstraction bloodied. Wallace Stevens abstraction poetry-is Everybody is looking at everybody else a foolish crowd walking on mirrors. Wallace Stevens crowds mirrors foolish Civilization must be destroyed. The hairy saints of the North have earned this crumb by their complaints. Wallace Stevens crumbs saint civilization It was evening all afternoon. Wallace Stevens cedars winter snow
