Let him that is without stone among you cast the first thing he can lay his hands on.

Two such as you with such a master speed Cannot be parted nor be swept away

For I have had too much Of apple-picking:I am overtired Of the great harvest I myself desired.

A poem may be worked over once it is in being, but may not be worried into being.

The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom... in a clarification of life - not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion.

I hate the idea that you ought to read the whole of anybody.

Keats mourned that the rainbow, which as a boy had been for him a magic thing, had lost its glory because the physicists had found it resulted merely from the refraction of the sunlight by the raindrops. Yet knowledge of its causation could not spoil the rainbow for me. I am sure that it is not given to man to be omniscient. There will always be something left to know, something to excite the imagination of the poet and those attuned to the great world in which they live (p. 64)