Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise! – Wallace Stevens
We say God and the imagination are one… How high that highest candle lights the dark. – Wallace Stevens

Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise! – Wallace Stevens
We say God and the imagination are one… How high that highest candle lights the dark. – Wallace Stevens
Everything is complicated if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore. – 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