Wallace Stevens

Courtesy of Christine, the which 20th century poet are you survey. Considering my recent post on Ramon Fernandez, you can imagine that I was nonplussed when this came up:


You are Wallace Stevens. You are a sad, beautiful
insurance salesman. You write sad, beautiful
poems about nature and impossible things.

"Perhaps all religious experience is a form of coincidence. Or vice versa." © Tom Stoppard