Wallace Stevens Quotes About Desire

Quotes about: Desire

• There is not any haunt of prophecy,
  Nor any old chimera of the grave,
  Neither the golden underground, nor isle
  Melodious, where spirits gat them home,
  Nor visionary south, nor cloudy palm
  Remote on heaven's hill, that has endured
  As April's green endures; or will endure
  Like her remembrance of awakened birds,
  Or her desire for June and evening, tipped
  By the consummation of the swallow's wings.

  Wallace Stevens

  Spring, Home, June

  Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play”, p.22, Vintage

• The reason can give nothing at all Like the response to desire.

  Wallace Stevens

  Giving, Desire, Reason

  Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens”, p.218, Vintage

• The point of vision and desire are the same.

  Wallace Stevens

  Vision, Desire

  Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play”, p.413, Vintage

• Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.

  Wallace Stevens

  Beauty, Mother, Dream

  Wallace Stevens (2002). “Harmonium”, p.107, Icaria Editorial

• Next to love is the desire for love.

  Wallace Stevens

  Love Is, Desire, Next

  Wallace Stevens (2011). “Selected Poems”, p.249, Knopf

• She says, "But in contentment I still feel The need for imperishable bliss." Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her, Alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams And our desires. Is there no change of death in paradise? Does ripe fruit never fall? or do the boughs Hang always heavy in that perfect sky, Unchanging, yet so like our perishing earth, With rivers like our own that seek for seas They never find, the same receding shores That never touch with inarticulate pang?

  Wallace Stevens

  Death, Mother, Dream

  Wallace Stevens, “Sunday Morning”

• Poetry is a satifying of the desire for resemblance.

  Wallace Stevens

  Art, Poetry, Desire

• The greatest poverty is not to live
  In a physical world, to feel that one's desire
  Is too difficult to tell from despair.

  Wallace Stevens

  Despair, Desire, World

  Wallace Stevens (1959). “Poems”

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