A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.
A change of style is a change of meaning.
Weight him, weight, weight him with the sleepiness of themoon.It was only a glass because he looked in it. It was nothing hecould be told.It was a language he spoke, because he must, yet did not know....
In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.
Desiring the exhilarations of changes: The motive for metaphor, shrinking fromThe weight of primary noon ...
There will never be an endTo this droning of the surf.
Poetry is the scholar's art.
Conceptions are artificial. Perceptions are essential.
It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom.
It was soldier's went marching over the rocks,and still they came in watery flocks,because it was spring and the birds had to come,No doubt that soldier's had to be marching,and that the drums had to...
Human nature is like water. It takes the shape of its container.
Poetry is an abstraction bloodied.
To regard the imagination as metaphysics is to think of it as part of life, and to think of it as part of life is to realize the extent of artifice. We live in the mind.
In the world of words, the imagination is one of the forces of nature.
The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.
One must read poetry with one's nerves.
The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.
The mind can never be satisfied.
I know noble accentsAnd lucid, inescapable rhythms;But I know, too,That the blackbird is involvedIn what I know.
I do not know which to prefer,The beauty of inflectionsOr the beauty of innuendosThe blackbird whistlingOr just after.