☆ The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens (Vintage International) (English Edition) ç This is a compilation of seven books and is therefore his collected work in one volume. This is the type of book I read at 3 am when I can t sleep Stevens poetry just makes me feel so calm, even though the content in his poetry is not in fact anywhere near the realms of calm Overall, I would say, the content is hard hitting I m not going to pretend I understand all of his ideas and everything he says I definitely don t A lot of these poems leave me feeling like an idiot But when I am able to figure something out, it all starts to click and I am left with a lump in my throat Although I don t necessarily understand everything when it comes to this collection, I think that it is a good thing It just shows the high level of his talent manages to knock me off my feet. Well, anyway, I got my first peak of this collection at uni I was so intrigued by it that I bought it during winter break While reading it I found out one of my professors i Wallace Stevens is simply my favorite American poet Nobody else constructs vistas and symphonies of language the way he did As Stevens himself writes in The Necessary Angel, The function of the poet is to help people live their lives He has rendered me this service now for decades.
The corrections to the text of the 1954 Collected Poems are worth paying for, but the attractive, highly readable typeface and layout make this collection pleasantly readable as well as compelling Stevens is one of the greatest poets of the twentieth century, and in his corporate pin stripe portliness he is also an inspiration to all of us basically nerdy, tweedy, non Beat types who hope we possess a tiny spark of poetic genius Romantic and post romantic poetry is an argument between imagination and reality, and no one clarifies the terms of that argument better than Stevens. Snow ManOne Must Have A Mind Of WinterTo Regard The Frost And The BoughsOf The Pine Trees Crusted With Snow And Have Been Cold A Long TimeTo Behold The Junipers Shagged With Ice,The Spruces Rough In The Distant GlitterOf The January Sun And Not To ThinkOf Any Misery In The Sound Of The Wind,In The Sound Of A Few Leaves,Which Is The Sound Of The LandFull Of The Same WindThat Is Blowing In The Same Bare PlaceFor The Listener, Who Listens In The Snow,And, Nothing [Wallace Stevens] ½ The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens (Vintage International) (English Edition) [néo-médiéval PDF] read Online Ð Himself, BeholdsNothing That Is Not There And The Nothing That IsAfter The Reader Has Admired Certain Lines Because Shakespeare Might Have Written Them, He Begins To Admire Them Because Only Stevens Could Robert Fitzgerald One Might As Well Argue With The Evening Star As Find Fault With So Much Wit And Grace And Intelligence Such An Overwhelming And Exquisite Command Both Of The Words And Of The Rhythms Of Our Language Such Charm And Irony, Such Natural And Philosophical Breadth Of Sympathy, Such Dignity And Magnanimity Randall Jarrell