Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.

I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity. Yet these elegies are to this generation in no sense conciliatory. They may be to the next. All a poet can do today is warn. That is why the true Poets must be truthful.

When I begin to eliminate from the list all those professions which are impossible from a financial point of view and then those which I feel disinclined to-it leaves nothing

I find purer philosophy in a Poem than in a Conclusion of Geometry, a chemical analysis, or a physical law

Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose.

All the poet can do today is warn. That is why true Poets must be truthful.

The universal pervasion of ugliness, hideous landscapes, vile noises, foul language...everything. Unnatural, broken, blasted; the distortion of the dead, whose unburiable bodies sit outside the dug outs all day, all night, the most execrable sights on earth. In poetry we call them the most glorious.