What did Wallace Stevens mean by: As life grows more terrible, its literature grows more terrible. Wallace Stevens Poet · USA Copy
A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have. Author, January 13, 2024January 9, 2025, Wallace Stevens, Meaninglessness, Nature, Poetry, 0 Wallace Stevens Poet · USA
+ The point of vision and desire are the same. Author, October 11, 2023January 2, 2025, Wallace Stevens, Connection, Desire, Vision, 0 Wallace Stevens Poet · USA
+ The purpose of poetry is to make life complete in itself. Author, July 11, 2023January 2, 2025, Wallace Stevens, Artistry, Beauty, Fulfillment, 0 Wallace Stevens Poet · USA
+ Life is the elimination of what is dead. Author, June 30, 2023January 2, 2025, Wallace Stevens, Death, Elimination, Life, 0 Wallace Stevens Poet · USA
The imagination loses vitality as it ceases to adhere to what is real. Author, January 13, 2024January 9, 2025, Wallace Stevens, Imagination, Reality, Vitality, 0 Wallace Stevens Poet · USA
Metaphor creates a new reality from which the original appears to be unreal. Author, January 13, 2024January 9, 2025, Wallace Stevens, Illusion, Perception, Transformation, 0 Wallace Stevens Poet · USA
Music falls on the silence like a sense / A passion that we feel, not understand. Author, January 13, 2024January 9, 2025, Wallace Stevens, Emotion, Mystery, Passion, 0 Wallace Stevens Poet · USA
We say God and the imagination are one… How high that highest candle lights the dark. Author, January 13, 2024January 9, 2025, Wallace Stevens, God, Imagination, Light, 0 Wallace Stevens Poet · USA
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter. Read explanation Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Mirrors would do well to reflect a little more before sending back images. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Watch yourself all your life in a mirror and you’ll see Death at work like bees in a glass hive. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
A verbal art like poetry is reflective; it stops to think. Music is immediate, it goes on to become. W. H. Auden Poet · England
