Maxioms by Wallace Stevens
What our eyes behold may well be the text of life but one's meditations on the text and the disclosures read more
What our eyes behold may well be the text of life but one's meditations on the text and the disclosures of these meditations are no less a part of the structure of reality.
In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love read more
In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.
The poet is the priest of the invisible.
The poet is the priest of the invisible.
Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.
Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.
A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.
A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.
