Death is the mother of Beauty hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires. – Wallace Stevens
After the final no there comes a yes and on that yes the future of the world hangs. – Wallace Stevens
Death is the mother of Beauty hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires. – Wallace Stevens
After the final no there comes a yes and on that yes the future of the world hangs. – Wallace Stevens
Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise! – Wallace Stevens
A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have. – Wallace Stevens