Poetry is about as much a 'criticism of life' as red-hot iron is a criticism of fire.

Presentation, not reference.

Quiet this metal! Let the manes put off their terror, let them put off their aqueous bodies with fire. Let them assume the milk-white bodies of agate. Let them draw together the bones of the metal.

Good writers are those who keep the language efficient. That is to say, keep it accurate, keep it clear.

Usura slayeth the child in the womb It stayeth the young man's courting It hath brought palsey to bed, lyeth between the young bride and her bridegroom

I would hold the rosy, slender fingers of the dawn for you.

There is natural ignorance and there is artificial ignorance. I should say at the present moment the artificial ignorance is about eighty-five per cent.