Wallace Stevens Quotes About Winter

Quotes about: Winter

• It is the sea that whitens the roof. The sea drifts through the winter air. It is the sea that the north wind makes. The sea is in the falling snow.

  Wallace Stevens

  Rain, Fall, Winter

  Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens”, p.179, Vintage

• It was evening all afternoon.
  It was snowing
  And it was going to snow.
  The blackbird sat
  In the cedar-limbs.

  Wallace Stevens

  Winter, Snow, Cedars

  Wallace Stevens, John N. Serio, Robert Gantt Steele (2004). “Wallace Stevens”, p.16, Sterling Publishing Company, Inc.

• One must have a mind of winter to regard the frost and the boughs of the pine trees, crusted with snow, And have been cold a long time, to behold the junipers, shagged with ice, the spruces, rough in the distant glitter of the January sun, and not to think of any misery in the sound of the wind, in the sound of a few leaves, which is the sound of the land, full of the same wind, blowing in the same bare place for the listener, who listens in the snow, and, nothing herself, beholds nothing that is not there, and the nothing that is.

  Wallace Stevens

  Time, Winter, Thinking

  Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play”, p.89, Vintage

• The consolations of space are nameless things. It was after the neurosis of winter. It was In the genius of summer that they blew up The statue of Jove among the boomy clouds. It took all day to quieten the sky And then to refill its emptiness again.

  Wallace Stevens

  Summer, Winter, Clouds

  Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play”, p.429, Vintage

• Divinity must live within herself: Passions of rain, or moods in the falling snow; Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued Elations when the forest blooms; gusty Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights; All pleasures and all pains, remembering The boughs of summer and the winter branch. These are the measures destined for her soul.

  Wallace Stevens

  Summer, Pain, Loneliness

  Wallace Stevens (2002). “Harmonium”, p.105, Icaria Editorial

• One must have a mind of winter
  To regard the frost and the boughs
  Of the pine-trees crusted with snow

  Wallace Stevens

  Winter, Snow, Tree

  Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play”, p.89, Vintage

• Cold is our element and winter's air
  Brings voices as of lions coming down.

  Wallace Stevens

  Winter, Air, Voice

  Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens”, p.134, Vintage

• The leaves hop, scraping on the ground. It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice. It is in this solitude, a syllable, Out of these gawky flitterings, Intones its single emptiness, The savagest hollow of winter-sound.

  Wallace Stevens

  Winter, Ice, Sky

  Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play”, p.319, Vintage

• The mind is the great poem of winter, the man,
  Who, to find what will suffice,
  Destroys romantic tenements
  Of rose and ice.

  Wallace Stevens

  Winter, Men, Ice

  Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play”, p.238, Vintage

• Day after day, throughout the winter,
  We hardened ourselves to live by bluest reason
  In a world of wind and frost.

  Wallace Stevens

  Determination, Winter, Wind

  Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens”, p.124, Vintage

• The winter is made and you have to bear it,
  The winter web, the winter woven, wind and wind,
  For all the thoughts of summer that go with it
  In the mind, pupa of straw, moppet of rags.

  Wallace Stevens

  Summer, Winter, Wind

  Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play”, p.211, Vintage

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