Wallace Stevens Quotes about Time

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One cannot spend one's time in being modern when there are so many more important things to be.

One cannot spend one's time in being modern when there are so many more important things to be.

Wallace Stevens

Time, Important, Modern

Wallace Stevens (2011). “Opus Posthumous: Poems, Plays, Prose”, p.255, Vintage

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

Running, Time, Horse

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

It is time that beats in the breast and it is time That batters against the mind, silent and proud, The mind that knows it is destroyed by time.

Wallace Stevens

Time, Mind, Proud

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

One must have a mind of winter to regard the frost and the boughs of the pine trees, crusted with snow, And have been cold a long time, to behold the junipers, shagged with ice, the spruces, rough in the distant glitter of the January sun, and not to think of any misery in the sound of the wind, in the sound of a few leaves, which is the sound of the land, full of the same wind, blowing in the same bare place for the listener, who listens in the snow, and, nothing herself, beholds nothing that is not there, and the nothing that is.

Wallace Stevens

Time, Winter, Thinking

Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play”, p.89, Vintage

It is never the thing but the version of the thing: The fragrance of the woman not her self, Her self in her manner not the solid block, The day in its color not perpending time, Time in its weather, our most sovereign lord, The weather in words and words in sounds of sound.

Wallace Stevens

Time, Block, Self

Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens”, p.332, Vintage