The summer night is like a perfection of thought. Wallace Stevens More Quotes by Wallace Stevens More Quotes From Wallace Stevens The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening. Wallace Stevens thrones kings morning A pear should come to the table popped with juice, Ripened in warmth and served in warmth. On terms Like these, autumn beguiles the fatalist. Wallace Stevens juice autumn tables We live in an old chaos of the sun. Wallace Stevens chaos sun Yet there is no spring in Florida, neither in boskage perdu, nor on the nunnery beaches. Wallace Stevens florida spring beach Life's nonsense pierces us with strange relation. Wallace Stevens nonsense strange relation Frogs eat Butterflies, Snakes eat Frogs, Hogs eat Snakes, Men eat Hogs. Wallace Stevens butterfly nature men Disillusion is the last illusion. Wallace Stevens disillusion illusion lasts Freedom is like a man who kills himself Wallace Stevens freedom suicide night The reader became the book; and summer night Was like the conscious being of the book. Wallace Stevens summer night book The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying. Wallace Stevens flying rivers moving Accuracy of observation is the equivalent of accuracy of thinking. Wallace Stevens observation science thinking We say God and the imagination are one... How high that highest candle lights the dark. Wallace Stevens light imagination dark The people in the world, and the objects in it, and the world as a whole, are not absolute things, but on the contrary, are the phenomena of perception... If we were all alike: if we were millions of people saying do, re, mi, in unison, One poet would be enough... But we are not alone, and everything needs expounding all the time because, as people live and die, each one perceiving life and death for himself, and mostly by and in himself, there develops a curiosity about the perceptions of others. This is what makes it possible to go on saying new things about old things. Wallace Stevens old-things life-and-death people The exceeding brightness of this early sun Makes me conceive how dark I have become. Wallace Stevens brightness dark sun Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise! Wallace Stevens nature silly spring It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom. Wallace Stevens ardor scholar boredom Next to love is the desire for love. Wallace Stevens next desire love-is Anything is beautiful if you say it is. Wallace Stevens ifs beautiful I am the angel of Reality, Seen for a moment standing in the door. Wallace Stevens angel doors reality An old argument with me is that the true religious force in the world is not the church, but the world itself: the mysterious callings of Nature and our responses. Wallace Stevens church religious religion
