What did Wallace Stevens mean by: We say God and the imagination are one… How high that highest candle lights the dark. - Wallace Stevens Poet · USA Copy
+ Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof. Feraz Zeid, September 1, 2023December 24, 2023, Wallace Stevens, Fruit, 0 - Wallace Stevens Poet · USA
+ I was the world in which I walked. Feraz Zeid, October 3, 2023December 26, 2023, Wallace Stevens, Hiking, Journey, 0 - Wallace Stevens Poet · USA
+ God and the imagination are one. Feraz Zeid, July 13, 2023January 10, 2024, Wallace Stevens, Candle, Imagination, 0 - Wallace Stevens Poet · USA
+ The whole race is a poet that writes down / The eccentric propositions of its fate. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Wallace Stevens, Fate, Race, Writing, 0 - Wallace Stevens Poet · USA
+ The poet represents the mind in the act of defending us against itself. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Wallace Stevens, Mind, Poet, 0 - Wallace Stevens Poet · USA
+ My tribute to mystical, magical trees that the Cherokee called “standing people. . . .” Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Wallace Stevens, Magic, 0 - Wallace Stevens Poet · USA
+ I am the truth, since I am part of what is real, but neither more nor less than those around me. Feraz Zeid, January 14, 2024January 14, 2024, Wallace Stevens, 0 - Wallace Stevens Poet · USA
+ The world about us would be desolate except for the world within us. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Wallace Stevens, 0 - Wallace Stevens Poet · USA
You can’t make an architect. But you can open the doors and windows toward the light as you see it. - Frank Lloyd Wright Architect · USA
Philosophy and Art both render the invisible visible by imagination. - George Henry Lewes Philosopher and literary critic · England
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Taste is nothing but an enlarged capacity for receiving pleasure from works of imagination. - William Hazlitt Essayist · England
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
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
