Wallace Stevens (October 2, 1879 – August 2, 1955 / Pennsylvania / United States)
Wallace Stevens was regarded as one of the most significant American poets of the 20th century. Stevens largely ignored the literary world and he did not receive widespread recognition until the publication of his Collected Poems (1954). In this work Stevens explored inside a profound philosophical framework the dualism between concrete reality and the human imagination. For most of his adult life, Stevens pursued contrasting careers as a insurance executive and a poet.
Wallace Stevens was born in Reading, Pennsylvania, as the son of Garrett Barcalow Stevens, a prosperous country lawyer. His mother's family, the Zellers, were of Dutch origin. Stevens attended the Reading Boys' ... more »
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- A Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock
- A High-Toned Old Christian Woman
- A Postcard From The Volcano
- A Rabbit As King Of The Ghosts
- Anecdote of the Jar
- Another Weeping Woman
- Bantams in Pine-woods
- Continual Conversation With A Silent Man
- Contrary Theses (II)
- Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock
- Domination Of Black
- Farewell To Florida
- Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour
- Frogs Eat Butterflies, Snakes Eat Frogs,...
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''Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame.Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. A High-Toned Old Christian Woman, Harmonium (1923).
Take the moral law and make a nave of it
And from the nave build haunted heaven.''
That other one wanted to think his way to life,
Sure that the ultimate poem was the mind,
Or of the mind, or of the mind in these
Elysia, these days, half earth, half mind;
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Extracts from Addresses to the Academy of Fine Ideas."
How clean the sun when seen in its idea,Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Notes toward a Supreme Fiction."
Washed in the remotest cleanliness of a heaven
That has expelled us and our images . . .
The death of one god is the death of all.
''There may be always a time of innocence.Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "The Auroras of Autumn."
There is never a place.''