Conceptions are artificial. Perceptions are essential.

The reason can give nothing at all Like the response to desire.

For the listener, who listens in the snow, / And, nothing himself, beholds / Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

To regard the imagination as metaphysics is to think of it as part of life, and to think of it as part of life is to realize the extent of artifice. We live in the mind.

The yellow glistens. It glistens with various yellows, Citrons, oranges and greens Flowering over the skin.

Most modern reproducers of life, even including the camera, really repudiate it. We gulp down evil, choke at good.

Poetry is the scholar's art.