Wallace Stevens Time Quotations

Time is a horse that runs in the heart, a horse Without a rider on a road at night. The mind sits listening and hears it pass.

It is time that beats in the breast and it is time That batters against the mind, silent and proud, The mind that knows it is destroyed by time.

It is never the thing but the version of the thing: The fragrance of the woman not her self, Her self in her manner not the solid block, The day in its color not perpending time, Time in its weather, our most sovereign lord, The weather in words and words in sounds of sound.

It has to be living, to learn the speech of the place, It has to face the man of the time.

Sentimentality is a failure of feeling.