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