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Wallace Stevens Poems | Quotes | Articles

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Wallace Stevens poems, biography, quotes, examples of poetry, articles, essays and more. The best Wallace Stevens resource with comprehensive poet information, a list of poems, short poems, quotations, best poems, poet's works and more.

Wallace Stevens Biography...A major American Modernist poet.. American Modernist poet


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Stevens Quotes

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Quote Left If her horny feet protrude, they come To show how cold she is, and dumb. Quote Right
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Quote Left Freedom is like a man who kills himself Each night, an incessant butcher, whose knife Grows sharp in blood. Quote Right
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Quote Left We say This changes and that changes. Thus the constant... Quote Right
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Quote Left with our bones We left much more, left what still is The look of things, left what we felt At what we saw. Quote Right
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Quote Left The poet is the priest of the invisible. Quote Right
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