If sex were all, then every trembling hand
Could make us squeak, like dolls, the wished-for words.
The yellow glistens.
It glistens with various yellows,
Citrons, oranges and greens
Flowering over the skin.
Mots clés yellow
Tras el ultimo "NO" viene un "sí". Y de ese sí depende el porvenir del mundo.
Wallace StevensA poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.
Wallace StevensA poem is a meteor.
Wallace StevensMots clés poetry poem poets wallace-stevens
The imagination is man's power over nature.
Wallace StevensOf the Surface of Things
In my room, the world is beyond my understanding;
But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four
Hills and a cloud.
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.
Mots clés imagination consciousness nature landscape
I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw
Or heard or felt came not but from myself;
And there I found myself more truly and more strange.
Mots clés poetry nature self walking
The essential fault of surrealism is that it invents without discovering. To make a clam play an accordion is to invent not to discover. The observation of the unconscious, so far as it can be observed, should reveal things of which we have previously been unconscious, not the familiar things of which we have been conscious plus imagination. p. 919
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