The descent beckons as the ascent beckoned

But all art is sensual and poetry particularly so. It is directly, that is, of the senses, and since the senses do not exist without an object for their employment all art is necessarily objective. It doesn't declaim or explain, it presents.

The instant trivial as it is is all we have unless-unless things the imagination feeds upon, the scent of the rose, startle us anew.

It is not what you say that matters but the manner in which you say it; there lies the secret of the ages.

Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of angels.

By listening to his language of his locality the poet begins to learn his craft. It is his function to lift, by use of imagination and the language he hears, the material conditions and appearances of his environment to the sphere of the intelligence where they will have new currency.

The American idiom has much to offer us that the English language has never heard of