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Wallace Stevens. Cory Williams. Family/Background. Born in Reading Pennsylvania in 1879, died 1955 Father was a prosperous lawyer and a poetry lover Attended Harvard for a short period of time Wrote for the Harvard Advocate when he attended Harvard
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Wallace Stevens Cory Williams
Family/Background • Born in Reading Pennsylvania in 1879, died 1955 • Father was a prosperous lawyer and a poetry lover • Attended Harvard for a short period of time • Wrote for the Harvard Advocate when he attended Harvard • Left Harvard to be a reporter for the NY tribune then shortly after attended New York Law school • Did not really get into poetry until a later age but was always interested in literature • Most of his works came after the death of his father
Writing Style • Stevens was a very abstract thinker • Intended for his poems to be pondered • Did not have a specific stanza or rhyme pattern continue throughout his poems, different poems were written on the way he felt
Themes • Some of his poetry comes from historical or philosophical background • A major theme in some of Stevens’ poetry is the idea that the world we live in isn’t really a world itself, it’s the way we perceive it
Interesting Facts • During the 1920s, '30s and '40s, Stevens frequently visited Key West, where he famously argued with Robert Frost at a hotel in 1935 and again in 1940 • Stevens broke his hand in 1936 when he punched Ernest Hemingway in the jaw at a party • “Accuracy of observation is the equivalent of accuracy of thinking”
Anecdote of the jar • I placed a jar in Tennessee, • And round it was, upon a hill. • It made the slovenly wilderness • Surround that hill. • The wilderness rose up to it, • And sprawled around, no longer wild. • The jar was round upon the ground • And tall and of a port in air. • It took dominion everywhere. • The jar was gray and bare. • It did not give of bird or bush, • Like nothing else in Tennessee.
Gray Room • Although you sit in a room that is gray, Except for the silver Of the straw-paper, And pick At your pale white gown; Or lift one of the green beads Of your necklace, To let it fall; Or gaze at your green fan Printed with the red branches of a red willow; Or, with one finger, Move the leaf in the bowl-- The leaf that has fallen from the branches of the forsythia Beside you... What is all this? I know how furiously your heart is beating.
The Snow Man • One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; • And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, The spruces rough in the distant glitter • Of the January sun; and not to think Of any misery in the sound of the wind, In the sound of a few leaves, • Which is the sound of the land Full of the same wind That is blowing in the same bare place • For the listener, who listens in the snow, And, nothing himself, beholds Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.