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.

Key West, unfortunately, is becoming rather literary and artistic.

Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates. It is of the nature of that in which it is found, whether the poem, the manner of a god, the bearing of a man. It is not a dress.

At the sight of blackbirds Flying in a green light, Even the bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply.

A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have.

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.

Poetry is the scholar's art.