A violent order is disorder; and a great disorder is an order. These two things are one.

I am one of you and being one of you is being and knowing what I am and know. Yet I am the necessary Angel of earth, since, in my sight, you see the earth again.

They said, 'You have a blue guitar, / You do not play things as they are.' / The man replied, 'Things as they are / Are changed upon the blue guitar.'

It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice.

Imagination applied to the whole world is vapid in comparison to imagination applied to a detail.

Imagination is the will of things. . . .

We must endure our thoughts all night, until the bright obvious stands motionless in the cold.