Metaphor creates a new reality from which the original appears to be unreal.

Poetry is poetry, and one's objective as a poet is to achieve poetry precisely as one's objective in music is to achieve music.

Thought is an infection. In the case of certain thoughts, it becomes an epidemic.

Human nature is like water. It takes the shape of its container.

We must endure our thoughts all night, until the bright obvious stands motionless in the cold.

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

It is the sea that whitens the roof. The sea drifts through the winter air. It is the sea that the north wind makes. The sea is in the falling snow.