And not a girl goes walking Along the Cotswold lanes But knows men's eyes in April Are quicker than their brains.
John DrinkwaterAny long work in which poetry is persistent, be it epic or drama or narrative, is really a succession of separate poetic experiences governed into a related whole by an energy distinct from that which evoked them.
John DrinkwaterWhen the poet makes his perfect selection of a word, he is endowing the word with life.
John DrinkwaterGreat men are rare, poets are rarer, but the great man who is a poet, transfiguring his greatness, is the rarest of all events.
John Drinkwater