Take care to sell your horse before he dies. The art of life is passing losses on.
I am a writer of books in retrospect. I talk in order to understand; I teach in order to learn.
It is absurd to think that the only way to tell if a poem is lasting is to wait and see if it lasts. The right reader of a good poem can tell the moment it strikes him that he has taken an immortal wound-that he will never get over it.
I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadn't been.
Poetry is what is lost in translation. It is also what is lost in interpretation.
The mind-is not the heart. I may yet live, as I know others live, To wish in vain to let go with the mind- Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me That I need learn to let go with the heart.