Potential Titles: Wallace Stevens

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Traps in the midst of dreams - Wallace Stevens "Anecdote of the Prince of Peacocks"

In the space of life - Wallace Stevens "Chocorua to Its Neighbor"

Never touched his heart - Wallace Stevens "Chocorua to Its Neighbor"

From what desire - Wallace Stevens "Chocorua to Its Neighbor"

A spokesman of the night - Wallace Stevens "Chocorua to Its Neighbor"

A cry of divine attention - Wallace Stevens "The Course of a Particular"

The smoke-drift of puffed-out heroes - Wallace Stevens "The Course of a Particular"

Dream of baboons and periwinkles - Wallace Stevens "Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock"

Catches tigers in red weather - Wallace Stevens "Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock"

Pain killing pain - Wallace Stevens "Esthetique du Mal"

Consume in solid fire - Wallace Stevens "Esthetique du Mal"

In the false engagements of the mind - Wallace Stevens "Esthetique du Mal"

Inventions of sorrow - Wallace Stevens "Esthetique du Mal"

Collect ourselves, out of all the indifferences - Wallace Stevens "Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour"

A single shawl wrapped tightly round - Wallace Stevens "Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour"

The rendezvous within its vital boundary - Wallace Stevens "Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour"

How high that highest candle - Wallace Stevens "Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour"

My flowers are reflected in your mind - Wallace Stevens "The Florist Wears Knee-Breeches"

The brown at the bottom of red - Wallace Stevens "The Green Plant"

The orange far down in yellow - Wallace Stevens "The Green Plant"

Legend of the maroon and olive forest - Wallace Stevens "The Green Plant"

In the temperature of heaven - Wallace Stevens "The Hermitage at the Centre"

One last look at the ducks - Wallace Stevens "The Hermitage at the Centre"

Poetry is the supreme fiction - Wallace Stevens "A High-Toned Old Christian Woman"

And from the nave build haunted heaven - Wallace Stevens "A High-Toned Old Christian Woman"

Or else it is not spring - Wallace Stevens "Holiday in Reality"

Real only if I make them so - Wallace Stevens "Holiday in Reality"

Beyond the genius of the sea - Wallace Stevens "The Idea of Order at Key West"

The grinding water and the gasping wind - Wallace Stevens "The Idea of Order at Key West"

Only the dark voice of the sea - Wallace Stevens "The Idea of Order at Key West"

Bronze shadows heaped on high horizons - Wallace Stevens "The Idea of Order at Key West"

Acutest at its vanishing - Wallace Stevens "The Idea of Order at Key West"

And portioned out the sea - Wallace Stevens "The Idea of Order at Key West"

Fixing emblazoned zones and fiery poles - Wallace Stevens "The Idea of Order at Key West"

Blessed rage for order - Wallace Stevens "The Idea of Order at Key West"

Choirs of wind and wet and wing - Wallace Stevens "Le Monocle de Mon Oncle"

Crown of the moon - Wallace Stevens "Le Monocle de Mon Oncle"

A furious star - Wallace Stevens "Le Monocle de Mon Oncle"

To all that dust - Wallace Stevens "Le Monocle de Mon Oncle"

The proud and the strong have departed - Wallace Stevens "Lebensweisheitspielerei"

Natives of a dwindled sphere - Wallace Stevens "Lebensweisheitspielerei"

An indigence of the light - Wallace Stevens "Lebensweisheitspielerei"

A stellar pallor that hangs on the threads - Wallace Stevens "Lebensweisheitspielerei"

The poverty of autumnal space - Wallace Stevens "Lebensweisheitspielerei"

The stale grandeur of annihilation - Wallace Stevens "Lebensweisheitspielerei"

A daily majesty of meditation - Wallace Stevens "Looking Across the Fields and Watching the Birds Fly"

Put mantles on our words - Wallace Stevens "Looking Across the Fields and Watching the Birds Fly"

The moon is the mother of pathos and pity - Wallace Stevens "Lunar Paraphrase"

At the wearier end of November - Wallace Stevens "Lunar Paraphrase"

In a shelter made by the leaves - Wallace Stevens "Lunar Paraphrase"

The great weightings of the end - Wallace Stevens "Madame la Fleurie"

With the sleepiness of the moon - Wallace Stevens "Madame la Fleurie"

In the handbook of heartbreak - Wallace Stevens "Madame la Fleurie"

Strumming the blacknesses of black - Wallace Stevens "Madame la Fleurie"

Remembering the blue-jay - Wallace Stevens "Madame la Fleurie"

Wicked in her dead light - Wallace Stevens "Madame la Fleurie"

Uncertain particles of the certain solid - Wallace Stevens "Man Carrying Thing"

The first hundred flakes of snow - Wallace Stevens "Man Carrying Thing"

Out of a storm of secondary things - Wallace Stevens "Man Carrying Thing"

Endure our thoughts all night - Wallace Stevens "Man Carrying Thing"

The bright obvious stands motionless - Wallace Stevens "Man Carrying Thing"

The wind attendant on the solstices - Wallace Stevens "The Man Whose Pharynx Was Bad"

Days like oceans in obsidian - Wallace Stevens "The Man Whose Pharynx Was Bad"

Full of night's midsummer blaze - Wallace Stevens "The Man Whose Pharynx Was Bad"

Through all its purples to the final slate - Wallace Stevens "The Man Whose Pharynx Was Bad"

Twenty men crossing a bridge - Wallace Stevens "Metaphors of a Magnifico"

That will not declare itself - Wallace Stevens "Metaphors of a Magnifico"

As absent as if we were asleep - Wallace Stevens "No Possum, No Sop, No Taters"

Fallen brightly away - Wallace Stevens "No Possum, No Sop, No Taters"

And green vine angering for life - Wallace Stevens "Nomad Exquisite"

For the eye of the young alligator - Wallace Stevens "Nomad Exquisite"

Sleep's faded papier-mache - Wallace Stevens "Not Ideas About the Thing but the Thing Itself"

In the tomb of heaven - Wallace Stevens "Of Heaven Considered as a Tomb"

The galaxies of birth - Wallace Stevens "Of Ideal Time and Choice"

The two worlds are asleep - Wallace Stevens "An Old Man Asleep"

Mechanisms of angelic thought - Wallace Stevens "One of the Inhabitants of the West"

Establishments of wind and light and cloud - Wallace Stevens "One of the Inhabitants of the West"

Insinuations of desire - Wallace Stevens "The Ordinary Women"

Stood in the cool of spent emotions - Wallace Stevens "Peter Quince at the Clavier"

The dew of old devotions - Wallace Stevens "Peter Quince at the Clavier"

A breath upon her hand muted the night - Wallace Stevens "Peter Quince at the Clavier"

Their lamps' uplifted flame revealed - Wallace Stevens "Peter Quince at the Clavier"

The fitful tracing of a portal - Wallace Stevens "Peter Quince at the Clavier"

Their meek breath scenting the cowl of winter - Wallace Stevens "Peter Quince at the Clavier"

Plays on the clear viol of her memory - Wallace Stevens "Peter Quince at the Clavier"

And makes a constant sacrament of praise - Wallace Stevens "Peter Quince at the Clavier"

Silence of a rat come out to see - Wallace Stevens "The Plain Sense of Things"

And the ripe shrub writhed - Wallace Stevens "The Planet on the Table"

In the poverty of their words - Wallace Stevens "The Planet on the Table"

The wind pours down - Wallace Stevens "Ploughing on Sunday"

Flawed words and stubborn sounds - Wallace Stevens "The Poems of Our Climate"

The imperfect is our paradise - Wallace Stevens "The Poems of Our Climate"

It still is ice - Wallace Stevens "Poesie Abrutie"

The figures of the past - Wallace Stevens "Poesie Abrutie"

The boat was built of stones - Wallace Stevens "Prologues to What Is Possible"

Glided over the salt-stained water - Wallace Stevens "Prologues to What Is Possible"

In the enclosures of hypotheses - Wallace Stevens "Prologues to What Is Possible"

The whole vocabulary of the South - Wallace Stevens "Prologues to What Is Possible"

A fresh universe out of nothingness - Wallace Stevens "Prologues to What Is Possible"

Obedient to gallant notions - Wallace Stevens "A Quiet Normal Life"

No fury in transcendent forms - Wallace Stevens "A Quiet Normal Life"

That lack the intelligence of trees - Wallace Stevens "The River of Rivers in Connecticut"

The folk-lore of each of the senses - Wallace Stevens "The River of Rivers in Connecticut"

The river that flows nowhere - Wallace Stevens "The River of Rivers in Connecticut"

Our own motions in a freedom of air - Wallace Stevens "The Rock I: Seventy Years Later"

A cure beyond forgetfulness - Wallace Stevens "The Rock II: The Poem as Icon"

The pearled chaplet of spring - Wallace Stevens "The Rock II: The Poem as Icon"

At the end of distances - Wallace Stevens "The Rock II: The Poem as Icon"

The foreign smell of plaster - Wallace Stevens "St. Armorer's Church from the Outside"

A sumac grows on the altar - Wallace Stevens "St. Armorer's Church from the Outside"

No radiance dead blaze - Wallace Stevens "St. Armorer's Church from the Outside"

Spread hallucinations on every leaf - Wallace Stevens "St. Armorer's Church from the Outside"

A sacred syllable rising - Wallace Stevens "St. Armorer's Church from the Outside"

A mind of winter - Wallace Stevens "The Snow Man"

Must have a mind of winter - Wallace Stevens "The Snow Man"

The junipers shagged with ice - Wallace Stevens "The Snow Man"

The distant glitter of the January sun - Wallace Stevens "The Snow Man"

Without lineage or language - Wallace Stevens "So-and-So Reclining on Her Couch"

Motionless gesture - Wallace Stevens "So-and-So Reclining on Her Couch"

Invisible gesture - Wallace Stevens "So-and-So Reclining on Her Couch"

The angel at the center - Wallace Stevens "Someone Puts a Pineapple Together"

The sun, the moon and the imagination - Wallace Stevens "Someone Puts a Pineapple Together"

A second of the self - Wallace Stevens "Someone Puts a Pineapple Together"

The intelligence of our sleep - Wallace Stevens "Someone Puts a Pineapple Together"

Molten mixings of related things - Wallace Stevens "Someone Puts a Pineapple Together"

Hard revelations - Wallace Stevens "Someone Puts a Pineapple Together"

Geography of the Dead - Wallace Stevens "Somnambulisma"

The ordinariness of seven - Wallace Stevens "Song of Fixed Accord"

Still unconcerned with truth - Wallace Stevens "Sonnet [Lo, even as I passed beside the booth]"

Distant echo from dead melody - Wallace Stevens "Sonnet [Lo, even as I passed beside the booth]"

The green freedom of a cockatoo - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

The holy hush of ancient sacrifice - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

Stilled for the passing of her dreaming feet - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

Only in silent shadows and in dreams - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

Moods in falling snow - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

The bough of summer and the winter branch - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

Any old chimera of the grave - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

Any haunt of prophecy - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

As April's green endures - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

Remembrance of awakened birds - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

Death is the mother of beauty - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

Leaves of sure obligation on our paths - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

Makes the willow shiver in the sun - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

The silken weavings of our afternoons - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

In an old chaos of the sun - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

Deer walk upon our mountains - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

And the quail whistle about us - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

Sweet berries ripen in the wilderness - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

In the isolation of the sky - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

Casual flocks of pigeons - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

A small part of the pantomime - Wallace Stevens "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird"

The mood traced in shadow - Wallace Stevens "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird"

On the threshold of heaven - Wallace Stevens "To an Old Philosopher in Rome"

Small in the distances of space - Wallace Stevens "To an Old Philosopher in Rome"

Both in the inch and in the mile - Wallace Stevens "To an Old Philosopher in Rome"

The blown banners change to wings - Wallace Stevens "To an Old Philosopher in Rome"

Dark on the horizons of perception - Wallace Stevens "To an Old Philosopher in Rome"

Within the ancient circles of shapes - Wallace Stevens "To an Old Philosopher in Rome"

A portent on the chair - Wallace Stevens "To an Old Philosopher in Rome"

Even as the blood of an empire - Wallace Stevens "To an Old Philosopher in Rome"

Poverty's speech that seeks us out - Wallace Stevens "To an Old Philosopher in Rome"

Chosen by an inquisitor of structures - Wallace Stevens "To an Old Philosopher in Rome"

In the distances of sleep - Wallace Stevens "To the Roaring Wind"

Within the thought of the wind - Wallace Stevens "Two Illustrations That the World Is What You Make of It"

The shadow of cloud and cold - Wallace Stevens "Two Illustrations That the World Is What You Make of It"

In a Sunday's violent idleness - Wallace Stevens "Two Illustrations That the World Is What You Make of It"

Discovered the colors of the moon - Wallace Stevens "Two Illustrations That the World Is What You Make of It"

The final fortune of their desire - Wallace Stevens "The World as Meditation"


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