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Wallace Stevens

The Paltry Nude Starts On A Spring Voyage But not on a shell, she starts,Archaic, for the sea.But on the first-found weedShe scuds the glitters,Noiselessly, like one more wave. She too is discontentAnd would have purple stuff upon her arms,Tired of the salty harbors,Eager for the brine and bellowingOf the high interiors of the sea.… Continue reading Wallace Stevens

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Wallace Stevens

And for what, except for you, do I feel love?Do I press the extremest book of the wisest manClose to me, hidden in me day and night?In the uncertain light of single, certain truth,Equal in living changingness to the lightIn which I meet you, in which we sit at rest,For a moment in the central… Continue reading Wallace Stevens

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Wallace Stevens

Crude Foyer Thought is false happiness; the ideaThat merely by thinking one can,Or may, penetrate, not may,But can, that one is sure to be able– That there lies at the end of thoughtA foyer of the spirit in a landscapeOf the mind, in which we sitAnd wear humanity’s bleak crown; In which we read the… Continue reading Wallace Stevens

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Wallace Stevens

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird I Among twenty snowy mountains,The only moving thingWas the eye of the blackbird. II I was of three minds,Like a treeIn which there are three blackbirds. III The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.It was a small part of the pantomime. IV A man and a womanAre one.A… Continue reading Wallace Stevens

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Wallace Stevens

The organic consolation, the completeSociety of the spirit when it isAlone, the half-arc hanging in mid-air Composed, appropriate to the incomplete,Supported by a half-arc in mid-earth.Millions of instances of which I am one. —Wallace Stevens, from “Repetitions of a Young Captain,” The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens (Vintage Books, 1990)

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Wallace Stevens

It comes about that the drifting of these curtainsIs full of long motions, as the ponderousDeflations of distance; or as cloudsInseparable from their afternoons;Or the changing of light, the droppingOf the silence, wide sleep and solitudeOf night, in which all motionIs beyond us, as the firmament,Up-rising and down-falling, baresThe last largeness, bold to see. —… Continue reading Wallace Stevens

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