'Tis the white stag, Fame, we're a-hunting, bid the world's hounds come to horn!
Speak against unconscious oppression, Speak against the tyranny of the unimaginative, Speak against bonds.
We do NOT know the past in chronological sequence. It may be convenient to lay it out anesthetized on the table with dates pasted on here and there, but what we know we know by ripples and spirals eddying out from us and from our own time.
The natural object is always the adequate symbol.
Poetry is a language pared down to its essentials.
No man understands a deep book until he has seen and lived at least part of its contents.