God have mercy on the sinner Who must write with no dinner, No gravy and no grub, No pewter and no pub, No bellyand no bowels, Only consonants and vowels.

But we moderns are impatient and destructive.

When critics are waiting to pounce upon poetic style on exactly the same grounds as if it were prose, the poets tremble.

And if no Lethe flows beneath your casement, And when ten years have not brought full effacement, Philosophy was wrong, and you may meet.

It is a miracle of harmony, of the adaptation of the free inner life to the outward necessity of things.

The arts generally have had to recognize Modernism - how should poetry escape?

The image cannot be dispossessed of a primordial freshness, which idea can never claim. An idea is derivative and tamed. The imageis in the natural or wild state, and it has to be discovered there, not put there, obeying its own law and none of ours. We think we can lay hold of image and take it captive, but the docile captive is not the real image but only the idea, which is the image with its character beaten out of it.