Philosophy - the purple bullfinch in the lilac tree.
All cases are unique and very similar to others.
So the lover must struggle for words.
What is actual is actual only for one time. And only for one place.
After the torchlight red on sweaty facesAfter the frosty silence in the gardensAfter the agony in stony placesThe shouting and the cryingPrison and palace and reverberationOf thunder of spring over di...
Poetry should help, not only to refine the language of the time, but to prevent it from changing too rapidly.
If we all were judged according to the consequencesOf all our words and deeds, beyond the intentionAnd beyond our limited understandingOf ourselves and others, we should all be condemned.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emoti...
When a poet's mind is perfectly equipped for its work it is constantly amalgamating disparate experiences.
Our high respect for a well read person is praise enough for literature.
I am an Anglo-Catholic in religion, a classicist in literature and a royalist in politics.
Half of the harm that is done in this world Is due to people who want to feel important. They don't mean to do harm - but the harm does not interest them.
Human kind cannot bear very much reality.
As things are, and as fundamentally they must always be, poetry is not a career, but a mug's game. No honest poet can ever feel quite sure of the permanent value of what he has written: He may have wa...
You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; They called me the hyacinth girl.' —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes...
The overwhelming pressure of mediocrity sluggish and indomitable as a glacier will mitigate the most violent and depress the most exalted revolution.
The poet's mind is ... a receptacle for seizing and storing up numberless feelings phrases images which remain there until all the particles which can unite to form a new compound are present toget...
What we call the beginning is often an end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.
Art never improves, but... the material of art is never quite the same.
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.