Posts tagged Wallace Stevens.

The truth in a calm world,
In which there is no other meaning, itself

Is calm, itself is summer and night, itself
Is the reader leaning late and reading there.

    — Wallace Stevens, from "The House Was Quiet and the World Was Calm"

Posted by weissewiese

[I saw how the night came,
Came striding like the color of the heavy hemlocks.
I felt afraid.]
And I remembered the cry of the peacocks.

    — Wallace Stevens, from "Domination of Black"

Posted by maquila

It matters, because everything we say
Of the past is description without place, a cast

Of the imagination, made in sound;
And because what we say of the future must portend,

Be alive with its own seemings, seeming to be
Like rubies reddened by rubies reddening.

    — Wallace Stevens, from "Description Without Place"

Posted by weissewiese

[It is not the premise that reality
Is a solid.] It may be a shade that traverses
A dust, a force that traverses a shade.

    — Wallace Stevens, from "An Ordinary Evening in New Haven"

Posted by weissewiese

Bare, bare,
Except for our own houses, huddled low
Beneath the arches and their spangled air,
Beneath the rhapsodies of fire and fire,
Where the voice that is in us makes a true response,
Where the voice that is great with us rises up,
As we stand gazing at the rounded moon.

    — Wallace Stevens, from "Evening Without Angels"

Posted by weissewiese

I know how furiously your heart is beating.

    — Wallace Stevens, from “Gray Room” (thanks, maquila)

Posted by maquila