Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

Now that the lilacs are in bloom She has a bowl of lilacs in her room

It is a test (a positive test, I do not assert that it is always valid negatively), that genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet.

It takes so many years to learn that one is dead.

Tennyson and Browning are poets, and they think; but they do not feel their thought as immediately as the odour of a rose. A thought to Donne was an experience; it modified his sensibility.

Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it towards some overwhelming question