It is difficult to get the news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.
beauty’ is related not to ‘loveliness’ but to a state in which reality plays a part.
No ideas but in things.
A poem is a small machine made of words.
History must stay open, it is all humanity.
There is nothing beginning nor end to the imagination but it delights in its own seasons reversing the usual order at will.