The usual dog about the town is much inclined to play the clown.

Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.

Taking the question in general, I should say, in the case of many poets, that the most important thing for them to do ... is to write as little as possible

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

The poet's mind is in fact a receptacle for seizing and storing up numberless feelings, phrases, images, which remain there until all the particles which can unite to form a new compound are present together.

Bad poets imitate, good poets steal.

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.