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The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

Wallace Stevens
Summer, Night, Perfection
Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens”, p.358, Vintage

The reader became the book; and summer night Was like the conscious being of the book.

Wallace Stevens
Summer, Book, Night
Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens”, p.358, Vintage

The winter is made and you have to bear it, The winter web, the winter woven, wind and wind, For all the thoughts of summer that go with it In the mind, pupa of straw, moppet of rags.

Wallace Stevens
Summer, Winter, Wind
Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play”, p.211, Vintage

Divinity must live within herself: Passions of rain, or moods in the falling snow; Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued Elations when the forest blooms; gusty Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights; All pleasures and all pains, remembering The boughs of summer and the winter branch. These are the measures destined for her soul.

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Summer, Pain, Loneliness
Wallace Stevens (2002). “Harmonium”, p.105, Icaria Editorial

Fat girl, terrestrial, my summer, my night, How is it I find you in difference, see you there In a moving contour, a change not quite completed? You are familiar yet an aberration.

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Girl, Summer, Moving
Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play”, p.301, Vintage

The consolations of space are nameless things. It was after the neurosis of winter. It was In the genius of summer that they blew up The statue of Jove among the boomy clouds. It took all day to quieten the sky And then to refill its emptiness again.

Wallace Stevens
Summer, Winter, Clouds
Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play”, p.429, Vintage

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