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Wallace Stevens

Date de naissance: 2. octobre 1879
Date de décès: 2. août 1955

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Wallace Stevens est un poète, précurseur majeur de la poésie moderne américaine.

Alliant la poésie à son métier d'avocat, il publie son premier livre, Harmonium, en 1923. Moins reconnu de son vivant que d'autres poètes de sa génération , il reçoit en 1955 le National Book Award pour Collected poems et le Prix Pulitzer. La même année, il obtient un titre honoraire de l'Université Yale.

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Citations Wallace Stevens

„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

„Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates.“

— Wallace Stevens
Context: Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates. It is of the nature of that in which it is found, whether the poem, the manner of a god, the bearing of a man. It is not a dress. "Two or Three Ideas" (1951); later published in Opus Posthumous (1959)

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„Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame.“

— Wallace Stevens
Context: Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame. Take the moral law and make a nave of it And from the nave build haunted heaven. Thus, The conscience is converted into palms, Like windy citherns hankering for hymns. "A High-Toned Old Christian Woman" first published in The Dial No. 73 (July 1922)

„There’s a meditation there, in which there seems“

— Wallace Stevens
Context: p>Is there a poem that never reaches words And one that chaffers the time away? Is the poem both peculiar and general? There’s a meditation there, in which there seemsTo be an evasion, a thing not apprehended or Not apprehended well. Does the poet Evade us, as in a senseless element?</p

„It is not in the premise that reality
Is a solid.“

— Wallace Stevens
Context: It is not in the premise that reality Is a solid. It may be a shade that traverses A dust, a force that traverses a shade. "An Ordinary Evening in New Haven"

„Perhaps there are times of inherent excellence“

— 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

„Am I not,
Myself, only half a figure of a sort,
A figure half seen, or seen for a moment, a man
Of the mind, an apparition appareled in
Apparels of such lightest look that a turn
Of my shoulders and quickly, too quickly, I am gone?“

— Wallace Stevens
Context: I am one of you and being one of you Is being and knowing what I am and know. Yet I am the necessary angel of earth, Since, in my sight, you see the earth again, Cleared of its stiff and stubborn, man-locked set And, in my hearing, you hear its tragic drone Rise liquidly in liquid lingerings, Like watery words awash; like meanings said By repetitions of half-meanings. Am I not, Myself, only half a figure of a sort, A figure half seen, or seen for a moment, a man Of the mind, an apparition appareled in Apparels of such lightest look that a turn Of my shoulders and quickly, too quickly, I am gone? "Angel Surrounded by Paysans" (1949)

„We agree in principle. That's clear.“

— Wallace Stevens
Context: We agree in principle. That's clear. But take The opposing law and make a peristyle, And from the peristyle project a masque Beyond the planets. Thus, our bawdiness, Unpurged by epitaph, indulged at last, Is equally converted into palms, Squiggling like saxophones. And palm for palm, Madame, we are where we began. "A High-Toned Old Christian Woman" (1922)

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„Apotheosis is not
The origin of the major man.“

— Wallace Stevens
Context: p>Apotheosis is not The origin of the major man. He comes,p>Compact in invincible foils, from reason, Lighted at midnight by the studious eye, Swaddled in revery, the object ofThe hum of thoughts evaded in the mind...</p

„After the final no there comes a yes
And on that yes the future world depends.“

— Wallace Stevens
Context: After the final no there comes a yes And on that yes the future world depends. No was the night. Yes is this present sun. "The Well Dressed Man with a Beard"

„How simply the fictive hero becomes the real;
How gladly with proper words the solider dies,
If he must, or lives on the bread of faithful speech.“

— Wallace Stevens
Context: His petty syllabi, the sounds that stick, Inevitably modulating, in the blood. And war for war, each has its gallant kind. How simply the fictive hero becomes the real; How gladly with proper words the solider dies, If he must, or lives on the bread of faithful speech.

„I felt afraid.
And I remembered the cry of the peacocks.“

— Wallace Stevens
Context: I saw how the night came, Came striding like the color of the heavy hemlocks. I felt afraid. And I remembered the cry of the peacocks. "Domination of Black"

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„We more than awaken, sit on the edge of sleep,
As on an elevation, and behold
The academies like structures in a mist.“

— Wallace Stevens
Context: p>As a man and woman meet and love forthwith. Perhaps there are moments of awakening, Extreme, fortuitous, personal, in whichWe more than awaken, sit on the edge of sleep, As on an elevation, and behold The academies like structures in a mist.</p

„Out of nothing to have come on major weather,“

— 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.

„If there must be a god in the house, must be,
Saying things in the room and on the stair,“

— 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"

„If there must be a god in the house, let him be one
That will not hear us when we speak: a coolness“

— 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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