Rhythm is form cut into time.

Gloom and solemnity are entirely out of place in even the most rigorous study of an art originally intended to make glad the heart of man.

And the good writer chooses his words for their 'meaning', but that meaning is not a a set, cut-off thing like the move of knight or pawn on a chess-board. It comes up with roots, with associations, with how and where the word is familiarly used, or where it has been used brilliantly or memorably.

Either move or be moved.

If I could believe the Quakers banned music because church music is so damn bad, I should view them with approval.

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

Poetry is a very complex art.... It is an art of pure sound bound in through an art of arbitrary and conventional symbols.