What did Wallace Stevens mean by: The exceeding brightness of this early sun Makes me conceive how dark I have become. - Wallace Stevens Poet · USA Copy
+ Music falls on the silence like a sense / A passion that we feel, not understand. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Wallace Stevens, Passion, Silence, 0 - Wallace Stevens Poet · USA
+ A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Wallace Stevens, Writing, 0 - Wallace Stevens Poet · USA
+ We must endure our thoughts all night, until the bright obvious stands motionless in the cold. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Wallace Stevens, Death, Dying, Night, 0 - Wallace Stevens Poet · USA
+ The purpose of poetry is to make life complete in itself. Feraz Zeid, July 11, 2023December 12, 2023, Wallace Stevens, Poetry, Purpose, 0 - Wallace Stevens Poet · USA
+ The imagination loses vitality as it ceases to adhere to what is real. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Wallace Stevens, Imagination, Vitality, 0 - Wallace Stevens Poet · USA
+ As life grows more terrible, its literature grows more terrible. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Wallace Stevens, Grows, Literature, Terrible, 0 - Wallace Stevens Poet · USA
+ Reality is a cliché from which we escape by metaphor. Feraz Zeid, June 19, 2023December 12, 2023, Wallace Stevens, Metaphor, Reality, 0 - Wallace Stevens Poet · USA
+ God is in me or else is not at all. Feraz Zeid, August 23, 2023December 24, 2023, Wallace Stevens, Spiritual Life, 0 - Wallace Stevens Poet · USA
Every friend is to the other a sun, and a sunflower also. He attracts and follows. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we’re for the dark So soon, so soon. - Jean Rhys Writer · Dominica
The universe remains dark. We are animals struck by catastrophe. Explain - Jean-Paul Sartre Philosopher · France
In the heat of her hands I thought, This is the campfire that mocks the sun. - Jeanette Winterson Author · England
Love is the same as being lost,’ says Jacques to the dark. ‘Except you don’t care that you’re lost. - Jedediah Berry Author
Maybe I’ve moved to the dark side, but it’s clean and nice and we never run out of toilet paper. - Jen Lancaster Author · USA