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View Plans“ ”Sigh for me, night-wind, in the noisy leaves of the oak. / I am tired. Sleep for me, heaven over the hill. / Shout for me, loudly and loudly, joyful sun, when you rise.
About Wallace Stevens
Wallace Stevens (2 October 1879 – 2 August 1955) was an American modernist poet and businessman.
Biography information from Wikiquote
Additional quotes by Wallace Stevens
One cannot spend one's time in being modern when there are so many more important things to be.
The way through the world
Is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.
Poetry is an abstraction bloodied.