It is quite cruel that a poet cannot wander through his regions of enchantment without having a critic, forever, like the old man of the sea, upon his back.
My father used to say superior people never make long visits.
Psychology which explains everything explains nothing, and we are still in doubt.
Which of us has not been stunned by the beauty of an animal's skin or its flexibility in motion?
Poetry...... a place for the genuine,Hands that can grasp, eyesthat can dilate, hair that can rise
I, too, dislike it. Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers in it, after all, a place for the genuine.
There never was a war that was not inward; I must fight till I have conquered in myself what causes war.
I see no reason for calling my work poetry except that there is no other category in which to put it.
War is pillage versus resistance and if illusions of magnitude could be transmuted into ideals of magnanimity, peace might be realized.
I believe verbal felicity is the fruit of ardor, of diligence, and of refusing to be false.
Unconfusion submitsits confusion to proof; it'snot a Herod's oath that cannot change.
Everything I have written is the result of reading or of interest in people.
The power of the visible is the invisible.
The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence.
I'm troubled. I'm dissatisfied. I'm Irish.
When we think we don't like art it is because it is artificial art.
The heart that gives, gathers.
One writes because one has a burning desire to objectify what it is indispensable to one's happiness to express ...
A writer is unfair to himself when he is unable to be hard on himself.
Life is energy, and energy is creativity. And even when individuals pass on, the energy is retained in the work of art, locked in it and awaiting release if only someone will take the time and the care to unlock it.
The passion for setting people right is in itself an afflictive disease.
Conscious writing can be the death of poetry.
Omissions are not accidents.
Your thorns are the best part of you.
Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
Originality is... a by-product of sincerity.
Any writer overwhelmingly honest about pleasing himself is almost sure to please others.
Below the incandescent stars / below the incandescent fruit, / the strange experience of beauty; / its existence is too much; / it tears one to pieces / and each fresh wave of consciousness / is poison.
It is in general true that in order to create works of art one has to have leisure. On the other hand I think that one needs to experience resistance in a practical sense, and even that which is poignant to bring out what makes easy reading for others. Too much deprivation of course, means death.
When one is frank, one's very presence is a compliment.
The enslaver is enslaved, the hater, harmed.
When you take my time, you take something I had meant to use ...
To wear the arctic fox you have to kill it.
Poetry, that is to say the poetic, is a primal necessity.
One must be as clear as one's natural reticence allows one to be.
One detects creative power by its capacity to conquer one's detachment.
If you will tell me why the fen appears impassable, I then will tell you why I think that I can cross it if I try.
We are what we were at birth, and each trait has remained in conformity with earth's and with heaven's logic: Be the devil's tool, resort to black magic, None can diverge from the ends which Heaven foreordained.
Honesty - however dangerous - should be as valuable as radium it seems to me ...
What is our innocence, What is our guilt? All are naked, none is safe.