Quotessence
Home / Authors / Wallace Stevens
Wallace Stevens

Wallace Stevens Quotes

Poet

Filter quotes by topic

AllWorldPoetryImaginationMindPoetMenIfsRealityPeoplePoetry IsNightWindSkyWinterDesireShouldSnowSunTreeWay

Famous Wallace Stevens Quotes

“Divinity must live within herself: Passions of rain, or moods in the falling snow; Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued Elations when the forest blooms; gusty Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights; All pleasures and all pains, remembering The boughs of summer and the winter branch. These are the measures destined for her soul.”

SoulPainRememberNightFallPassionPleasureEmotionLonelinessSummerRainWinterMoodSnowForestsGrievingBranchesDivinityAutumnWetDestinedElationAutumn Nights
Book:Harmonium
Create image

“The consolations of space are nameless things. It was after the neurosis of winter. It was In the genius of summer that they blew up The statue of Jove among the boomy clouds. It took all day to quieten the sky And then to refill its emptiness again.”

SpaceSkyGeniusSummerWinterCloudsEmptinessConsolationStatuesJulyNeurosisNamelessRefills
Book:The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play
Create image

“One must have a mind of winter to regard the frost and the boughs of the pine trees, crusted with snow, And have been cold a long time, to behold the junipers, shagged with ice, the spruces, rough in the distant glitter of the January sun, and not to think of any misery in the sound of the wind, in the sound of a few leaves, which is the sound of the land, full of the same wind, blowing in the same bare place for the listener, who listens in the snow, and, nothing herself, beholds nothing that is not there, and the nothing that is.”

ThinkingMindLongHas BeensTimeSoundSunTreeLandWindColdLong TimeRegardMiseryWinterSnowIceRoughListenersJanuaryFrostGlitterPine TreesWind Blowing
Book:The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play
Create image

“The leaves hop, scraping on the ground. It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice. It is in this solitude, a syllable, Out of these gawky flitterings, Intones its single emptiness, The savagest hollow of winter-sound.”

HardSoundSkySolitudeWinterIceEmptinessHopsRootedHollowJanuaryStalkingSyllablesScraping
Book:The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play
Create image