It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom.
I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections, Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling, Or just after.
Money is a kind of poetry.
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 imagination is man's power over nature.
Everything is complicated if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore.
In the world of words, the imagination is one of the forces of nature.
Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!
Death is the mother of Beauty hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.
being alone, beauty, death & dreams
In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.
A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have.
After the final no there comes a yes and on that yes the future of the world hangs.
We say God and the imagination are one... How high that highest candle lights the dark.
Intolerance respecting other people's religion is toleration itself in comparison with intolerance respecting other people's art.
A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.