One cannot spend one's time in being modern when there are so many more important things to be. Votes: 8
At the sight of blackbirds Flying in a green light, Even the bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply. Votes: 6
Everything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore. Votes: 5
...after a night spent writing poetry, one is almost happy to hear the milkman at the door. Votes: 0
A poem is a meteor. Votes: 0
I am the truth, since I am part of what is real, but neither more nor less than those around me. Votes: 0
Man is an eternal sophomore. Votes: 0
Imagination applied to the whole world is vapid in comparison to imagination applied to a detail. Votes: 0
All poetry is experimental poetry. Votes: 0
Children picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill; Votes: 0
Disillusion is the last illusion. Votes: 0
Everything possessed the power to transform itself, or else, and what meant more, to be transformed. Votes: 0
God and the imagination are one. Votes: 0
God is in me or else is not at all. Votes: 0
How has the human spirit ever survived the terrific literature with which it has had to contend? Votes: 0
How red the rose that is the soldier Votes: 0
I am what is around me. Votes: 0
I have said no To everything, in order to get at myself. I have wiped away moonlight like mud.... Votes: 0
I was the world in which I walked. Votes: 0
If sex were all, then every trembling hand Could make us squeak, like dolls, the wished-for words. Votes: 0
It's not always easy to tell the difference between thinking and looking out of the window. Votes: 0
Just as my fingers on these keys make music, so the self-same sounds on my spirit make a music too. Votes: 0
Life is not free from its forms. Votes: 0
Money is a kind of poetry. Votes: 0
Next to love is the desire for love. Votes: 0
Poetry is a means of redemption. Votes: 0
Poetry is an abstraction bloodied. Votes: 0
Poetry is the scholar's art. Votes: 0
Realism is a corruption of reality. Votes: 0
The grackles sing avant the spring Most spiss oh! Yes, most spissantly. They sing right puissantly. Votes: 0
The imperfect is our paradise. Votes: 0
The magnificent cause of being, The imagination, the one reality In this imagined world ... Votes: 0
The mind can never be satisfied. Votes: 0
The mind is smaller than the eye. Votes: 0
The night Makes everything grotesque. Is it because Night is the nature of man's interior world? Votes: 0
The tomb in Palestine Is not the porch of spirits lingering. It is the grave of Jesus, where he lay. Votes: 0
The word is the making of the world Votes: 0
Thought tends to collect in pools. Votes: 0
We live in an old chaos of the sun. Votes: 0