Everything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore.
Wallace StevensRead
After the leaves have fallen, we return To a plain sense of things. It is as if We had come to an end of the imagination, Inanimate in an inert savoir.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the transition from imagination to reality after a period of change.
Wallace Stevens suggests that the falling leaves symbolize a letting go of creativity and inspiration. This return to a 'plain sense of things' marks a point where one confronts the stark reality devoid of the embellishments of imagination, leading to a state of passivity and acceptance.
Themes
ImaginationRealityTransformationNatureAcceptance
In practice
Example use cases
In a motivational speech about embracing reality after challenging times, one might say, 'After the leaves have fallen, we learn to accept what is real.'
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