Wallace Stevens: Quotes
Beauty
Beauty is momentary in the mind—
The fitful tracing of a portal;
But in the flesh it is immortal.
The body dies; the body's beauty lives.
Beauty
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.
Imagination
We say God and the imagination are one . . .
How high that highest candle lights the dark.
Music
Just as my fingers on the keys
Make music, so the selfsame sounds
On my spirit make a music, too.
Music is feeling, then, not sound.
Poetry and Poets
The poet makes silk dresses out of worms.
Poetry and Poets
The poet is the priest of the invisible.
