Quote #166
There is a month, a year, there is a time In which majesty is a mirror of the self: I have not but I am and as I am, I am.
More from Wallace Stevens
- Is it he or is it I that experience this?
- These external regions, what do we fill them with Except reflections
- What am I to believe? If the angel in his cloud, Serenely gazing at the violent abyss, Plucks on his strings to pluck abysmal glory, Leaps …
- I can Do all that angels can. I enjoy like them, Like men besides, like men in light secluded, Enjoying angels.
- But to impose is not To discover. To discover an order as of A season, to discover summer and know it, To discover winter and know it well,…
- A thing final in itself and, therefore, good: One of the vast repetitions final in Themselves and, therefore, good, the going round And rou…
- He imposes orders as he thinks of them, As the fox and snake do. It is a brave affair.
- Perhaps, The man-hero is not the exceptional monster, But he that of repetition is most master.