Honest criticism and sensitive appreciation are directed not upon the poet but upon the poetry.
Past art is subject to change.
We had the experience, but we missed the meaning.
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
I was too slow a mover to be a boxer. It was much easier to be a poet.
The eastern light our spires touch at morning, The light that slants upon our western doors at evening, The twilight over stagnant pools at batflight, Moon light and star light, owl and moth light, Glow-worm glowlight on a grassblade. O Light Invisible, we worship Thee!