The imagination is man’s power over nature.
WALLACE STEVENS, "Adagia," Opus Posthumous
- The stars are putting on their glittering belts.
- They throw around their shoulders cloaks that flash
- Like a great shadow's last embellishment.
WALLACE STEVENS, "The Auroras of Autumn"
- It leaps through us, through all our heavens leaps,
- Extinguishing our planets, one by one,
- Leaving, of where we were and looked, of where
- We knew each other and of each other thought,
- A shivering residue, chilled and foregone,
- Except for that crown and mystical cabala.
WALLACE STEVENS, "The Auroras of Autumn"
- The yellow glistens.
- It glistens with various yellows,
- Citrons, oranges and greens
- Flowering over the skin.
WALLACE STEVENS, "Study of Two Pears", The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play
It is necessary to any originality to have the courage to be an amateur.
WALLACE STEVENS, Opus Posthumous: Poems, Plays, Prose
The imagination is the power that enables us to perceive the normal in the abnormal, the opposite of chaos in chaos.
WALLACE STEVENS, The Necessary Angel
