What is there in life except one's ideas, Wallace Stevens More Quotes by Wallace Stevens More Quotes From Wallace Stevens The poet is the priest of the invisible. Wallace Stevens invisiblepriestspoetry 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 throneskingsmorning 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 juiceautumntables We live in an old chaos of the sun. Wallace Stevens chaossun Yet there is no spring in Florida, neither in boskage perdu, nor on the nunnery beaches. Wallace Stevens floridaspringbeach Life's nonsense pierces us with strange relation. Wallace Stevens nonsensestrangerelation Frogs eat Butterflies, Snakes eat Frogs, Hogs eat Snakes, Men eat Hogs. Wallace Stevens butterflynaturemen Disillusion is the last illusion. Wallace Stevens disillusionillusionlasts Freedom is like a man who kills himself Wallace Stevens freedomsuicidenight The reader became the book; and summer night Was like the conscious being of the book. Wallace Stevens summernightbook The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying. Wallace Stevens flyingriversmoving Accuracy of observation is the equivalent of accuracy of thinking. Wallace Stevens observationsciencethinking We say God and the imagination are one... How high that highest candle lights the dark. Wallace Stevens lightimaginationdark 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-thingslife-and-deathpeople The exceeding brightness of this early sun Makes me conceive how dark I have become. Wallace Stevens brightnessdarksun Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise! Wallace Stevens naturesillyspring It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom. Wallace Stevens ardorscholarboredom Next to love is the desire for love. Wallace Stevens nextdesirelove-is Anything is beautiful if you say it is. Wallace Stevens ifsbeautiful I am the angel of Reality, Seen for a moment standing in the door. Wallace Stevens angeldoorsreality
