As life grows more terrible, its literature grows more terrible.
Thought is an infection. In the case of certain thoughts, it becomes an epidemic.
The belief in poetry is a magnificent fury, or it is nothing.
A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.
We say God and the imagination are one... How high that highest candle lights the dark.
Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair. And the green freedom of a cockatoo Upon a rug mingle to dissipate The holy hush of ancient sacrifice