Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise! – 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
Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise! – 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
How full of trifles everything is! It is only ones thoughts that fill a room with something more than furniture. – Wallace Stevens
Death is the mother of Beauty hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires. – Wallace Stevens