Wallace Stevens: A World of Transforming Shapes
This book explores the reasons for Stevens's delight in the act of transformation, the philosophical undertones that the act of transformation suggests, and the symbolic landscape of the "imagined land" that he creates in the combined effort of the poems of transformation. The author has done excellent research into the man and the poet.
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Perlis takes on the oeuvre of early 20th century American poet Wallace Stevens and succeeds, albeit briefly. He posits that all of Stevens's poetry is a journey into the mechanisms of the imagination ... Read full review
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Page M-26 - A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love or strife .... Intimations of Immortality,
Page M-28 - The death of one god is the death of all. Let purple Phoebus lie in umber harvest, Let Phoebus slumber and die in Autumn umber, Phoebus is dead, ephebe. But Phoebus was A name for something that never could be named. There was a project for the sun and is.
Page M-27 - Thus he conceived his voyaging to be An up and down between two elements, A fluctuating between sun and moon, A sally into gold and crimson forms, As on this voyage, out of goblinry, And then retirement like a turning back And sinking down to the indulgences That in the moonlight have their habitude. (CP, 35)