The summer night is like a perfection of thought. – Wallace Stevens
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird. – Wallace Stevens

The summer night is like a perfection of thought. – Wallace Stevens
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird. – 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
If poetry should address itself to the same needs and aspirations, the same hopes and fears, to which the Bible addresses itself, it might rival it in distribution. – Wallace Stevens