I am what is around me.

Reality is a cliché from which we escape by metaphor.

The imagination is the liberty of the mind It is intrpeid and eager and the extreme of its achievement lies in abstraction.

It is easy to suppose that few people realize on that occasion, which comes to all of us, when we look at the blue sky for the first time, that is to say: not merely see it, but look at it and experience it and for the first time have a sense that we live in the center of a physical poetry, a geography that would be intolerable except for the non-geography that exists there - few people realize that they are looking at the world of their own thoughts and the world of their own feelings.

You like it under the trees in autumn, because everything is half dead. The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves and repeats words without menaing.

Poetry is the statement of a relation between a man and the world

The poet is the priest of the invisible.