The exceeding brightness of this early sun Makes me conceive how dark I have become.
Perhaps there is a degree of perception at which what is real and what is imagines are one: a state of clairvoyant observation, accessible or possibly accessible to the poet or, say, the acutest poet.
The poem must resist the intelligence almost successfully.
Human nature is like water. It takes the shape of its container.
It is necessary to any originality to have the courage to be an amateur.
How red the rose that is the soldier