And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor - And this, and so much more? -

Stand on the highest pavement of the stair- Lean on a garden urn- Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.

We learn what poetry is - if we ever learn - by reading it.

Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow

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

War is not a life: it is a situation, one which may neither be ignored nor accepted.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.