More from Wallace Stevens

  1. Poetry is the subject of the poem, From this the poem issues and To this returns. Between the two, Between issue and return, there is An ab…
  2. The swarm of thoughts, the swarm of dreams Of inaccessible Utopia. A mountainous music always seemed To be falling and to be passing away.
  3. A substitute for all the gods: This self, not that gold self aloft, Alone, one's shadow magnified, Lord of the body, looking down, As now a…
  4. It is the sea that whitens the roof. The sea drifts through the winter air. It is the sea that the north wind makes. The sea is in the fall…
  5. What is there in life except one's ideas. Good air, good friend, what is there in life? Is it ideas that I believe?
  6. I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
  7. That I may reduce the monster to Myself, and then may be myself In face of the monster, be more than part Of it, more than the monstrous pl…
  8. The wind in which the dead leaves blow. Here I inhale profounder strength And as I am, I speak and move And things are as I think they are …

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