I love, therefore I am.
But give thanks, at least, that you still have Frost's poems; and when you feel the need of solitude, retreat to the companionship of moon, water, hills and trees. Retreat, he reminds us, should not b...
I was thinking, So, I’m Emperor, am I? What nonsense! But at least I'll be able to make people read my books now.
There's no money in poetry, but then there's no poetry in money, either.
To resist the social pressure now put even on one's leisure time, requires a tougher upbringing and a more obstinate willfulness about going one's own way, than ever before.
Religious fanaticism is the most dangerous form of insanity.
Poets can't march in protest or do that sort of thing. I feel that's against the rules, and pointless. If mankind wants a great big final bang, that's what it'll get. One should never protest against...
What we now call 'finance' is, I hold, an intellectual perversion of what began as warm human love.
To know only one thing well is to have a barbaric mind: civilization implies the graceful relation of all varieties of experience to a central human system of thought.
Because the world is in a sick condition and we are all somehow infected, against our will, even if we think we are whole in mind and soul and body.
If there's no money in poetry, neither is there poetry in money.
Poetry began in the matriarchal age, and derives its magic from the moon, not from the sun. No poet can hope to understand the nature of poetry unless he has had a vision of the Naked King crucified t...
I don't really feel my poems are mine at all. I didn't create them out of nothing. I owe them to my relations with other people.
Claudius, you're luckier than you realize. Guard your appointment jealously. Don't let anyone usurp it.""What do you mean, girl?""I mean that people don't kill their butts. They are cruel to them, the...
Marriage, like money, is still with us and, like money, progressively devalued.
And what thoughts or memories, would you guess, were passing through my mind on this extraordinary occasion? Was I thinking of the Sibyl's prophecy, of the omen of the wolf-cub, of Pollio's advice, or...
Children born of fairy stock Never need for shirt or frockNever want for food or fireAlways get their heart's desireJingle pockets full of goldMarry when they're seven years oldEvery fairy child may k...
As I walked out one harvest nightAbout the stroke of One,The Moon attained to her full heightStood beaming like the Sun.She exorcised the ghostly wheatTo mute assent in Love's defeatWhose tryst had no...
Anthropologists are a connecting link between poets and scientists though their field-work among primitive peoples has often made them forget the language of science.
This seems to me a philosophical question, and therefore irrelevant, question. A poet's destiny is to love.
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