Maxioms by Wallace Stevens
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.
Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.
Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.
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.
The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.
The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.
The poet is the priest of the invisible.
The poet is the priest of the invisible.
