In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all. – Wallace Stevens
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird. – Wallace Stevens
In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all. – Wallace Stevens
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird. – Wallace Stevens
How full of trifles everything is! It is only ones thoughts that fill a room with something more than furniture. – Wallace Stevens
The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening. – Wallace Stevens