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Wallace Stevens (Reading, Pensilvânia, 2 de outubro de 1879 — Hartford, 2 de agosto de 1955) foi um poeta modernista norte-americano. Educado em Harvard e depois na New York Law School, trabalhou em uma companhia de seguros em Connecticut durante a maior parte de sua vida.
- Poeta e director de companhia de seguros
Back to Previous. Wallace Stevens. 1879–1955. Profile of Wallace Stevens Smiling. (Photo by Bettmann/Getty Image) Wallace Stevens is one of America’s most respected 20th century poets. He was a master stylist, employing an extraordinary vocabulary and a rigorous precision in crafting his poems.
9 de abr. de 2024 · Notable Works: “Harmonium”. “Sea Surface Full of Clouds”. Wallace Stevens (born Oct. 2, 1879, Reading, Pa., U.S.—died Aug. 2, 1955, Hartford, Conn.) was an American poet whose work explores the interaction of reality and what man can make of reality in his mind.
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Wallace Stevens (October 2, 1879 – August 2, 1955) was an American modernist poet. He was born in Reading, Pennsylvania, educated at Harvard and then New York Law School, and spent most of his life working as an executive for an insurance company in Hartford, Connecticut. He won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1955 for his ...
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7 de abr. de 2023 · Wallace Stevens. 1879 –. 1955. Read poems by this poet. Wallace Stevens was born in Reading, Pennsylvania, on October 2, 1879. He attended Harvard University as an undergraduate from 1897 to 1900. He planned to travel to Paris and work as a writer, but, after working briefly as a reporter for the New York Herald Times, he decided to study law.
8 de ago. de 2018 · RELACIONADAS. Crônicas italianas (3) Crônicas italianas (2) Crônicas italianas (1) Crítica e poesiaPoesia norte-americanaWallace Stevens. Há 63 anos, aos dois de agosto de 1955, falecia aquele que para muitos é considerado o maior poeta norte-americano da primeira metade do século XX.
Literatura. Poemas - poesia - poesia traduzida. Wallace Stevens – poemas. Por. Revista Prosa Verso e Arte. - Le monocle de mon oncle. I. “Mater dos céus, regina-mãe das nuvens, Cetro do sol, ó solidéu da lua, Não há nada, não, não, nada jamais. Como o choque de dois verbos mortais.” Era dela que eu ria triunfante-
