In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.
The poet is the priest of the invisible.
Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.
It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom.
A change of style is a change of meaning.
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...
I know noble accentsAnd lucid, inescapable rhythms;But I know, too,That the blackbird is involvedIn what I know.
There will never be an endTo this droning of the surf.
The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.
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.
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.
The truth is that there comes a time When we can mourn no more over music That is so much motionless sound
Human nature is like water. It takes the shape of its container.
Conceptions are artificial. Perceptions are essential.
I do not know which to prefer,The beauty of inflectionsOr the beauty of innuendosThe blackbird whistlingOr just after.
Death is the mother of beauty. Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.
Poetry is the scholar's art.
We live in an old chaos of the sun.
In the world of words, the imagination is one of the forces of nature.
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