The Spring I seek is in a new face only.
Yevgeny Yevtushenko is a ham actor, not a poet.
The innocent mansion of a panther's heart!
I am not ridiculing verbal mechanisms, dreams, or repressions as origins of poetry; all three of them and more besides may have a great deal to do with it.
Culture is the study of perfection, and the constant effort to achieve it.
What is the poem, after it is written? That is the question. Not where it came from or why.