Wallace Stevens

(October 2, 1879 – August 2, 1955 / Pennsylvania / United States)

The House Was Quiet And The World Was Calm - Poem by Wallace Stevens

The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader became the book; and summer night

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Comments about The House Was Quiet And The World Was Calm by Wallace Stevens

  • Susan Williams (2/29/2016 3:24:00 PM)

    Enjoyed so much the comments by the people below- this poem brought out a lot of insight. I cannot add a thing to their brilliant thoughts about the relationships being portrayed by this beauty. I do like how he gave this poem its calm soothing atmosphere. For one thing, he repeated the word calm six times. Only a great poet can get by with that! But another way he created that calm was by writing longer lines and that has a lulling effect that short staccato lines do not create. Then there is the rhythm of words like in these: - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
    - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The house was quiet and the world was calm.
    The reader became the book; and summer night

    Was like the conscious being of the book.
    The house was quiet and the world was calm.
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  • Moira Cameron (2/29/2016 12:22:00 PM)

    Wow, I can certainly relate to this one. I have never read his poetry before, but I will surely read more. So appropriate, given the subject matter of this poem, that he was from a town called Reading! (Report) Reply

  • (2/29/2016 8:54:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem. Such a pleasure to read and immerse in its depth of thought. Beauty and truth coexist here. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (2/29/2016 5:45:00 AM)

    The conscience being of the book! The truth is the key. Nice piece of work. (Report) Reply

  • Barry Middleton (2/29/2016 5:23:00 AM)

    Another excellent Wallace Stevens commentary on how the mind creates our reality. Here the reader becomes the book as the book becomes a being and part of the night with all things unified within the mind and imagination. I love Stevens' poetry. (Report) Reply

    Kim Barney Kim Barney (2/29/2016 7:57:00 AM)

    Well said, Barry.

  • Rajnish Manga (2/29/2016 1:21:00 AM)

    Nice portrayal of a relationship between a reader and the book, a book and the atmosphere in which reading takes place. The subject is awesomely unique and the narrative captivating.
    The quiet was part of the meaning, part of the mind:
    The access of perfection to the page.
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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (2/29/2016 12:48:00 AM)

    Nicc couplets. It soothes the mood and the surrounding after reading this fine poem. (Report) Reply

  • (12/10/2009 9:53:00 PM)

    I like the relationship between this poem and 'The Reader, ' also by Stevens:

    The Reader

    All night I sat reading a book,
    Sat reading as if in a book
    Of somber pages.

    It was autumn and falling stars
    Covered the shriveled forms
    Crouched in the moonlight.

    No lamp was burning as I read,
    A voice was mumbling, “Everything
    Falls back to coldness,

    Even the musky muscadines,
    The melons, the vermilion pears
    Of the leafless garden.”

    The somber pages bore no print
    Except the trace of burning stars
    In the frosty heaven.

    Wallace Stevens
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