Everything is complicated if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore. – Wallace Stevens
Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise! – Wallace Stevens

Everything is complicated if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore. – Wallace Stevens
Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise! – Wallace Stevens
Most people read poetry listening for echoes because the echoes are familiar to them. They wade through it the way a boy wades through water, feeling with his toes for the bottom: The echoes are the bottom. – Wallace Stevens
All the great things have been denied and we live in an intricacy of new and local mythologies, political, economic, poetic, which are asserted with an ever-enlarging incoherence. – Wallace Stevens