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Wallace Stevens Quotes - Page 2

The world about us would be desolate except for the world within us.

The world about us would be desolate except for the world within us.

Wallace Stevens (1951). “The Relations Between Poetry and Painting”

I was the world in which I walked.

Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play”, p.90, Vintage

A poet's words are of things that do not exist without the words.

Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Necessary Angel: Essays on Reality and the Imagination”, p.32, Vintage

Imagination applied to the whole world is vapid in comparison to imagination applied to a detail.

Wallace Stevens (2011). “Opus Posthumous: Poems, Plays, Prose”, p.256, Vintage

Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates.

Wallace Stevens (2011). “Opus Posthumous: Poems, Plays, Prose”, p.351, Vintage

Poetry increases the feeling for reality.

Wallace Stevens (2011). “Opus Posthumous: Poems, Plays, Prose”, p.243, Vintage

Metaphor creates a new reality from which the original appears to be unreal.

Wallace Stevens (2011). “Opus Posthumous: Poems, Plays, Prose”, p.250, Vintage

Anything is beautiful if you say it is.

Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play”, p.213, Vintage

It is necessary to any originality to have the courage to be an amateur.

Wallace Stevens (2011). “Opus Posthumous: Poems, Plays, Prose”, p.250, Vintage

Poetry is the statement of a relation between a man and the world

Wallace Stevens (1997). “Collected Poetry and Prose”

Time is a horse that runs in the heart, a horse Without a rider on a road at night. The mind sits listening and hears it pass.

Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play”, p.339, Vintage

All of our ideas come from the natural world: trees equal umbrellas.

Wallace Stevens (1997). “Collected Poetry and Prose”

Next to love is the desire for love.

Wallace Stevens (2011). “Selected Poems”, p.249, Knopf

The imagination is man's power over nature.

Wallace Stevens (2011). “Opus Posthumous: Poems, Plays, Prose”, p.260, Vintage

I still feel the need of some imperishable bliss.

Wallace Stevens (2012). “The Emperor of Ice-Cream and Other Poems”, p.12, Courier Corporation