One must read poetry with one's nerves.

All of our ideas come from the natural world: trees equal umbrellas.

Just as my fingers on these keys make music, so the self-same sounds on my spirit make a music too.

The belief in poetry is a magnificent fury, or it is nothing.

Of the Surface of Things In my room, the world is beyond my understanding; But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four Hills and a cloud.

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

Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.