Frases de Wallace Stevens

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Wallace Stevens

Fecha de nacimiento: 2. Octubre 1879
Fecha de muerte: 2. Agosto 1955

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Wallace Stevens fue un poeta estadounidense, adscrito, como T. S. Eliot, a la corriente vanguardista en lengua inglesa.

Trabajó toda su vida como abogado de compañías de seguros. En 1955 obtuvo el Premio Pulitzer de Literatura.

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Frases Wallace Stevens

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„Perhaps
The truth depends on a walk around a lake“

—  Wallace Stevens
Context: p>Perhaps The truth depends on a walk around a lake,A composing as the body tires, a stop To see hepatica, a stop to watch A definition growing certain andA wait within that certainty, a rest In the swags of pine-trees bordering the lake. Perhaps there are times of inherent excellence</p

„The casual is not Enough. The freshness of transformation is“

—  Wallace Stevens
Context: p>The casual is not Enough. The freshness of transformation isThe freshness of a world. It is our own, It is ourselves, the freshness of ourselves, And that necessity and that presentationAre rubbings of a glass in which we peer.</p

„The seraph
Is satyr in Saturn, according to his thoughts.“

—  Wallace Stevens
Context: The bees came booming as if they had never gone, As if hyacinths had never gone. We say This changes and that changes. Thus the constant Violets, doves, girls, bees and hyacinths Are inconstant objects of inconstant cause In a universe of inconstancy. This meansNight-blue is an inconstant thing. The seraph Is satyr in Saturn, according to his thoughts.

„My candle burned alone in an immense valley.
Beams of the huge night converged upon it,
Until the wind blew.“

—  Wallace Stevens
Context: My candle burned alone in an immense valley. Beams of the huge night converged upon it, Until the wind blew. Then beams of the huge night Converged upon its image, Until the wind blew. "Valley Candle"

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„It must be visible or invisible,
Invisible or visible or both:
A seeing and unseeing in the eye.“

—  Wallace Stevens
Context: p>It must be visible or invisible, Invisible or visible or both: A seeing and unseeing in the eye.The weather and the giant of the weather, Say the weather, the mere weather, the mere air: An abstraction blooded, as a man by thought.</p

„It is possible, possible, possible.“

—  Wallace Stevens
Context: p>But to impose is not To discover. To discover an order as of A season, to discover summer and know it, To discover winter and know it well, to find Not to impose, not to have reasoned at all, Out of nothing to have come on major weather,It is possible, possible, possible. It must Be possible. It must be that in time The real will from its crude compoundings come,Seeming at first, a beast disgorged, unlike, Warmed by a desperate milk. To find the real, To be stripped of every fiction except one,The fiction of an absolute — Angel, Be silent in your luminous cloud and hear The luminous melody of proper sound.

„Are the ravishments of truth, so fatal to
The truth itself, the first idea becomes
The hermit in a poet’s metaphors“

—  Wallace Stevens
Context: p>So poisonousAre the ravishments of truth, so fatal to The truth itself, the first idea becomes The hermit in a poet’s metaphors,Who comes and goes and comes and goes all day.</p

„Let him move as the sunlight moves on the floor,
Or moonlight, silently, as Plato's ghost“

—  Wallace Stevens
Context: p> If there must be a god in the house, must be, Saying things in the room and on the stair,Let him move as the sunlight moves on the floor, Or moonlight, silently, as Plato's ghostOr Aristotle's skeleton. Let him hang out His stars on the wall. He must dwell quietly.He must be incapable of speaking, closed, As those are: as light, for all its motion, is;As color, even the closest to us, is; As shapes, though they portend us, are.It is the human that is the alien, The human that has no cousin in the moon.It is the human that demands his speech From beasts or from the incommunicable mass.If there must be a god in the house, let him be one That will not hear us when we speak: a coolnessA vermillioned nothingness, any stick of the mass Of which we are too distantly a part.</p "Less and Less Human, O Savage Spirit"

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