Slowly the ivy on the stones Becomes the stones. Women become The cities, children become the fields And men in waves become the sea. - Wallace Stevens

In European thought in general, as contrasted with American, vigor, life and originality have a kind of easy, professional utterance. American — on the other hand, is expressed in an eager amateurish way. A European gives a sense of scope, of survey, of consideration. An American is strained, sensational. One is artistic gold; the other is bullion.

Do not speak to us of the greatness of poetry, Of the torches wisping in the underground, Of the structure of vaults upon a point of light. There are no shadows in our sun, Day is desire and night is sleep. There are no shadows anywhere. The earth, for us, is flat and bare. There are no shadows.

Death is the mother of beauty. Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.