Wallace Stevens Quotes About Eyes

Quotes about: Eyes

• Like the Sweetness of Gardenias Mother, you died 15 years ago. pain, a rapier, cut until, finally, there was just peace like the sweetness of gardenias in the crystal vase on your yellow kitchen table. so fragrant. your voice lingers in my ear reminding, scolding, guiding a pleasant mantra of tenderness, magic words that move my palms, your palms. together we are molding, helping, creating. in the mirror I see your eyes, your beautiful brown circles looking back, so radiant. "don't forget me," you whispered the day you died. I won't.

  Wallace Stevens

  Beautiful, Mother, Peace

• I measure myself Against a tall tree I find that I am much taller, For I reach right up to the sun With my eye; And I reach to the shore of the sea With my ear. Nevertheless, I dislike The way the ants crawl In and out of my shadow.

  Wallace Stevens

  Eye, Sea, Tree

  Wallace Stevens (2011). “Opus Posthumous: Poems, Plays, Prose”, p.45, Vintage

• 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.

  Wallace Stevens

  Eye, Reality, Meditation

  Wallace Stevens, Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery (1989). “Sur Plusieurs Beaux Sujects: Wallace Stevens' Commonplace Book”, p.12, Stanford University Press

• A diary is more or less the work of a man of clay whose hands are clumsy and in whose eyes there is no light.

  Wallace Stevens

  Eye, Men, Light

  Wallace Stevens, Holly Stevens (1966). “Letters of Wallace Stevens”, p.30, Univ of California Press

• The mind is smaller than the eye.

  Wallace Stevens

  Eye, Mind

  Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens”, p.161, Vintage

• If the hero is not a person, the emblem
  Of him, even if Xenophon, seems
  To stand taller than a person stands, has
  A wider brow, large and less human
  Eyes and bruted ears: the man-like body
  Of a primitive.

  Wallace Stevens

  Hero, Eye, Men

  Wallace Stevens (1997). “Collected Poetry and Prose”

• That tuft of jungle feathers,
  That animal eye,
  Is just what you say. That savage of fire,
  That seed,
  Have it your way. The world is ugly,
  And the people are sad.

  Wallace Stevens

  Eye, Animal, Fire

  Wallace Stevens (2012). “The Emperor of Ice-Cream and Other Poems”, p.64, Courier Corporation

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