Poetry is not an assertion of truth, but the making of that truth more fully real to us.

Poets in our civilization, as it exists at present, must be difficult...The poet must become more and more comprehensive, more allusive, more indirect, in order to force, to dislocate if necessary, language into its meaning.

We shall not cease from exploration

We see the light but see not whence it comes. O Light Invisible, we glorify Thee!

In the end is my beginning.

Before a cat will condescend to treat you as a trusted friend, some little token of esteem is needed, like a dish of cream.

He is haunted by a demon, a demon against which he feels powerless, because in its first manifestation it has no face, no name, nothing; and the words, the poem he makes, are a kind of exorcism of this demon.