You like it under the trees in autumn, because everything is half dead. The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves and repeats words without menaing.
Wallace StevensPoetry is poetry, and one's objective as a poet is to achieve poetry precisely as one's objective in music is to achieve music.
Wallace StevensJust as my fingers on these keys make music, so the self-same sounds on my spirit make a music too.
Wallace Stevens