Louis Untermeyer Quotes

Life, alas, is very drear. Up with the glass! Down with the beer!

Come, drink the mystic wine of Night, Brimming with silence and the stars; While earth, bathed in this holy light, Is seen without its scars.

Poetry is the power of defining the indefinable in terms of the unforgettable.

Why has our poetry eschewed The rapture and response of food? What hymns are sung, what praises said For home-made miracles of bread?

Friendship is like love at its best; not blind but sympathetically all-seeing; a support which does not wait for understanding; an act of faith which does not need, but always has, reason.

Nothing but blackness above And nothing that moves but the cars... God, if you wish for our love, Fling us a handful of stars!

She has something to say about what life is like-which is all we ask of poetry.

From compromise and things half done, Keep me with stern and stubborn pride; And when at last the fight is won, God, keep me still unsatisfied.

Write out of love, write out of instinct, write out of reason. But always for money.