I am the angel of Reality, Seen for a moment standing in the door.

Poetry increases the feeling for reality.

It is the sea that whitens the roof. The sea drifts through the winter air. It is the sea that the north wind makes. The sea is in the falling snow.

Why should she give her bounty to the dead? What is divinity if it can come Only in silent shadows and in dreams?

The imagination loses vitality as it ceases to adhere to what is real. When it adheres to the unreal and intensifies what is unreal, while its first effect may be extraordinary, that effect is the maximum effect that it will ever have.

Compare the silent rose of the sun And rain, the blood-rose living in its smell, With this paper, this dust. That states the point.

The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream.