Wallace Stevens Quotes about Winter

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Day after day, throughout the winter, We hardened ourselves to live by bluest reason In a world of wind and frost.

Day after day, throughout the winter, We hardened ourselves to live by bluest reason In a world of wind and frost.

Wallace Stevens

Determination, Winter, Wind

Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens”, p.124, Vintage

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 falling snow.

Wallace Stevens

Rain, Fall, Winter

Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens”, p.179, Vintage

One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow

Wallace Stevens

Winter, Snow, Tree

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

The leaves hop, scraping on the ground. It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice. It is in this solitude, a syllable, Out of these gawky flitterings, Intones its single emptiness, The savagest hollow of winter-sound.

Wallace Stevens

Winter, Ice, Sky

Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play”, p.319, Vintage

It was evening all afternoon. It was snowing And it was going to snow. The blackbird sat In the cedar-limbs.

Wallace Stevens

Winter, Snow, Cedars

Wallace Stevens, John N. Serio, Robert Gantt Steele (2004). “Wallace Stevens”, p.16, Sterling Publishing Company, Inc.

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

Cold is our element and winter's air Brings voices as of lions coming down.

Wallace Stevens

Winter, Air, Voice

Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens”, p.134, 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

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