The world about us would be desolate except for the world within us. Wallace Stevens More Quotes by Wallace Stevens More Quotes From Wallace Stevens Just as my fingers on these keys make music, so the self-same sounds on my spirit make a music too. Wallace Stevens keysselfsound The poet's function is to make his imagination . . . become the light in the mind of others. His role, in short, is to help people to live their lives. Wallace Stevens lightimaginationpeople Imagination is the will of things. . . . Wallace Stevens imagination The death of Satan was a tragedy Wallace Stevens satantragedyimagination The chrysanthemums' astringent fragrance comes Wallace Stevens machinesnatureyears What is one man among so many men? Wallace Stevens menlongthinking The wind, Wallace Stevens cryrevengewind The wind had seized the tree and ha, and ha, Wallace Stevens lakestreewind The wind shifts like this: Wallace Stevens irrationalillusionwind It is the mind that is woven, the mind that was jerked Wallace Stevens wovenmindsun The grackles sing avant the spring Wallace Stevens spring I am one of you and being one of you is being and knowing what I am and know. Yet I am the necessary Angel of earth, since, in my sight, you see the earth again. Wallace Stevens angelknowingsight Of what is real I say, Wallace Stevens parentrealself The physical world is meaningless tonight Wallace Stevens tonightrealityworld ...after a night spent writing poetry, one is almost happy to hear the milkman at the door. Wallace Stevens writingdoorsnight The prologues are over. It is a question, now, Wallace Stevens finalsbelieffiction Make the visible a little hard to see. Wallace Stevens visiblehardlittles Day after day, throughout the winter, Wallace Stevens determinationwinterwind Success as a result of industry is a peasant's ideal. Wallace Stevens peasantsidealsresults The winter is made and you have to bear it, Wallace Stevens summerwinterwind
