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