Wallace Stevens Quotes About Solitude
-
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.
→ -
I thought how utterly we have forsaken the Earth, in the sense of excluding it from our thoughts. There are but few who consider its physical hugeness, its rough enormity. It is still a disparate monstrosity, full of solitudes, barrens, wilds. It still dwarfs, terrifies, crushes. The rivers still roar, the mountains still crash, the winds still shatter. Man is an affair of cities. His gardens, orchards and fields are mere scrapings. Somehow, however, he has managed to shut out the face of the giant from his windows. But the giant is there, nevertheless.
→ -
Life consists Of propositions about life. The human Revery is a solitude in which We compose these propositions, torn by dreams, By the terrible incantations of defeats And by the fear that the defeats and the dreams are one. The whole race is a poet that writes down The eccentric propositions of its fate.
→
Related Authors
-
Robert Frost Poet -
Gertrude Stein Writer -
Helen Vendler Poet -
Robert Lowell Poet -
Elizabeth Bishop Poet -
Ezra Pound Poet -
Harold Bloom Literary critic -
Paul Klee Painter -
T. S. Eliot Playwright -
Marianne Moore Poet -
-
William Butler Yeats Poet -
e. e. cummings Poet -
Wallace Stegner Historian -
John Ashbery Poet -
Walt Whitman Poet -
W. H. Auden Poet -
Hart Crane Poet -
Emily Dickinson Poet -
Charles Baudelaire Poet