Nourish beginnings, let us nourish beginnings. Not all things are blest, but the seeds of all things are blest. The blessing is in the seed.

What three things can never be done? / Forget. Keep silent. Stand alone

the truth of a poem is its form and its content, its music and its meaning are the same.

dogma and shrinking from the external world are at one limit of the range of belief. At the other are science and poetry and, indeed, reality.

The process of writing a poem represents work done on the self of the poet, in order to make form.

There has been in our time a lack of reliance on language and a lack of experimentation which are frightening to anyone who sees them as symptoms. We know the phenomenon of stage-fright: it holds the player shivering, incapable of speech or action. Perhaps there is an audience-fright which the play can feel, which leaves him with these incapacities.

Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry.