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ALSA Forum
Volume 4, Number 2 (1979)
reprinted by permission Legal Studies Forum

"PHILANTHROPISTS AMONG THE LAWYERS":
THE LAW SCHOOL JOURNAL OF WALLACE STEVENS

STEVEN T. KNIGHT
English Department, Northeastern University

     Readers of modern poetry have united to celebrate the cen-
tennial of Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), during 1979. Twice
winner of the National Book Award for Poetry, and winner of
the Pulitzer and Bollingen prizes, Stevens is now considered
by most critics to be one of our century's most innovative
poets and, in his essays, a brilliant theorist on the importance of the
imagination. Such popular Stevens poems as "The Emperor of Ice-Cream,"
"Sunday Morning," and "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird" are today
studied in college classrooms as landmark achievements in modern poetry.
     Stevens' readers have long been fascinated by the juxtaposition of
poetry and practical affairs in his life. Despite his lifelong preoccupation
with the imagination, Stevens' life was unlike the stereotypical bohemian
notion of a poet's existence. For most of his life he lived comfortably in
Hartford, Connecticut, as an executive of the Hartford Accident and Indemnity
Company. Though he pursued the craft of poetry with a constancy verging on
obsession, writing remained his avocation, a pursuit for his infrequent
moments of solitude in a hectic business career.
     The legal profession played an important role from the beginning in the
development of this "businessman-poet," as some have dubbed him. His father,
Garret Barcalow Stevens of Reading, Pennsylvania (the city where Wallace
Stevens himself was born), was a successful attorney with outside interests
in business and politics1. Wallace's older brother Garret Jr. also pursued
a career in law, as did his younger brother John, who was later appointed to

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a judgeship in Reading. No doubt the twenty-one-year-old Wallace Stevens
also intended to follow his father's lead when, in the fall of 1901, he
entered New York Law School. After a brilliant three years at Harvard, where
lie had published poems and edited the literary magazine, and a largely un-
successful stint as a New York newspaperman, it seemed that this aesthetically-
minded young man was at last ready to settle down to the serious legal study
so characteristic of his family.
     If lacunae in one's private journal entries are any indication of hard
work, then Stevens' absorption in his law school responsibilities during his
first year appears to have been complete. Between the fall of 1901 and
August 1902, the journal that for the three previous years had recorded his
innermost thoughts did not receive a single entry. In addition to attending
law classes, Stevens served a regular clerkship in the office of a practicing
New York attorney, W.G. Peckham; it appears that at this time he had little
leisure to devote to journal writing. lie did not re-commence his entries
until August 1902, but thereafter wrote frequently until his graduation and
admission to the New York bar in the spring of 1904.
     The reader of this journal will discover a sensitive, introspective
young man, eager to succeed in the world but also discouraged at times with
the hardships of law school. The very first journal entry after the long
silence, dated August 9, 1902, speaks poignantly of the young Stevens' lone-
liness:
Oh Mon Dieu, how my spirits sink when I am
alone here in my room! Tired of everything that
is old, too poor to pay for what's new--tired of
reading, tired of tobacco, tired of walking about
town; and longing only to have friends with me, or
to be somewhere with them: nauseated by this
terrible imprisonment, Yes: I might put a light
face on it and say it is merely a depression rising
from lack of exercise, but from my present point of
view I see nothing but years of lack of exercise
before me.
The pain expressed here is echoed in a later entry, dated February 14, 1904:
Whatever I was going to write when I turned
to this page has escaped me. I'm in the Black
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Hole again, without knowing any of my neighbors.
The very animal in me cries out for a lair. I
want to see somebody, hear somebody speak to me,
look at somebody, speak to somebody in turn. I
want companions. I want more than my work, than
the nods of acquaintances, than this little room.
One could speculate that perhaps the "Black Hole" Stevens describes so
grippingly here was caused by his impending examinations, both at school and
for the bar.
     The constant tension between business and aesthetics in Stevens' career
is another distinct aspect of this journal. At times, this aspiring lawyer
writes of the practical necessity for hard work with a fervor that would
have made his Pennsylvania Dutch ancestors proud. An unmistakeable fear of
poverty pervades this excerpt from his April 5, 1903, entry:
The mere prospect of having to support myself on
a very slender purse has brought before my mind
rather vivid views of the actual facts of exis-
tence in the world. There are astonishingly few
people who live in anything like comfort; and
there are thousands who live on the verge of
starvation. The old Biblical injunctions to make
the earth fertile and to earn one's bread in the
sweat of one's brow are one's first instructions.
On October 20, 1903, he comments that "one must have ambition and energy or
one grows melancholy. Ambition and energy keep a man young. Oh, treasure!
Philosophy, non-resistance, 'sweetness and light' leave a man pitiably
crippled and aged, though pure withal." While Stevens seems to be adopting
a highly serious, almost anti-artistic pose here, it would be incorrect to
characterize him as a dull grind during his law school years. The entry for
March 13, 1904 is a good example of the self-mockery underlying Stevens'
earnestness:
Walking is my only refuge from tobacco + food;
so to-day I put on an old suit of clothes + covered
about twenty miles or more--to Palisades and back.
Felt horrible when I started: heavy, plethoric, not
an idea in my head + accusing myself for having let
the past week go by so vainly. I must instantly be-
come a harder taskmaster to myself. This is all
simple enough when one is free on a good road; but
somehow it becomes next to impossible in town dur-
ing the week. It enrages me to see my sleek figure
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+ fat face and to think how I have lost ambition +
energy. I haven't a spark of any kind left in me--
no will, --nothing. And the worst of it is that if
I make new resolutions, I do it with my tongue in
my cheek.
As this passage shows, Stevens was able to wield a sword of irony against the
constant demands of law school. Occasionally this sword could be used
against the legal profession itself, as in this March 1, 1903, description of
one of his long walks: "Beyond Undercliff I met with an encampment of
gypsies--I shall soon expect to be meeting Christians in Broadway and philan-
thropists among the lawyers." This mildly sarcastic reference to lawyers from
a law student is particularly interesting when one considers that Stevens
practiced law for only a few years after graduation, finding his permanent
niche in the insurance business.
     One of the journal's most endearing features is its illumination of
Stevens' warm friendship with the attorney who supervised his clerkship, W.G.
Peckham. Stevens was invited several times to Peckham's home in Westfield,
New Jersey, and his summer home in the Adirondacks; unfortunately no account
survives of these visits. During the summer of 1903, however, Stevens
accompanied his mentor on a hunting trip to the Canadian Rockies, and his
accounts of the trip are among the most entertaining of all journal entries.
Note, for example, the slightly comic mixture of imaginative vision and
simple detail in this account of their camp:
There are three fires burning now. One, the
moon, lights mountainous camels moving, without bells,
to the wide North; another, the twilight, lights the
pine tops and the flaring patches of show; the last,
the campfire, shines on Mr. Peckham in an enormous
woolen shirt, on Hosea (Mr. Hosey) warming his hands,
on Tommy baking beans,--rather a stew of beans, bugs,
dirt and twigs.
Stevens' depiction of Peckham's woolen shirt betrays his fondness for his
mentor; in his next entry, dated August 6, he describes more of the man's
idiosyncracies: "W.G.P. sits up with his lamp translating Heine aloud end-
lessly; or else retelling his eternal cycle of stories." Perhaps most re-

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vealing of all his comments on Peckham is this excerpt from the September 1
entry, the last of the British Columbia trip: "I look in the fire at evening
+ conjure up a hand to hold; W.G.P. transforms the logs + flames into
griffons + monkeys." Here Stevens bestows his highest compliment upon
Peckham: that he is a man of imagination.
     Finally, the most abiding impression this journal gives is of a develop-
ing poetic consciousness, a single meditative mind eagerly exploring the
natural world. Like the woman in "Sunday Morning" who finds "Elations when
the forest blooms,"2 Stevens' imaginative regeneration comes from repeated
contact with the world beyond the claustrophobic city. On weekends he was
often able to escape the noise and responsibilities of New York, for long
walks in the New Jersey countryside. This excerpt from the October 13, 1902,
entry is an apt illustration of the physical and imaginative stimuli he de-
rived from these jaunts:
How deep + voluble the shadows! How perfect the quiet!
...roads are strewn with purple oak leaves, brown chest-
nut leaves, and the golden and scarlet leaves of maples.
I doubt if there is any keener delight in the world
than, after being penned up for a week, to get into the
woods on such a day--every pound of flesh vibrates with
new strength, every nerve seems to be drinking at some
refreshing spring. And after one has got home, how de-
licious to slip into an easy chair + to feel the blood
actually leaping in one's pulses, a wild fire, so to
speak, burning in one's cheeks.
     Wallace Stevens' years in law school therefore played a key role in the
formation of a complex, probing poetic mind. Alternately responsible and
frivolous, depressed and elated, Stevens is seen in this journal Struggling
with the contradictions that would later energize his long poetic career.
We should remember one of his favorite aphorisms, "Man is an eternal
sophomore,"3 for it effectively characterizes the eternal questioning and ob-
serving of his law school years.

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ENDNOTES

1. Letters of Wallace Stevens, ed. Holly Stevens (New York: Alfred A.
Knopf, 1966), p. 3  Most of the biographical information and
all of the journal quotations are taken from this volume.

2. The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens (New York: Alfred A. 
Knopf, 1954), p. 67.

3. Opus Posthumous, ed. Samuel French Morse (New York: Alfred A. 
Knopf, 1957) p 169.