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"It is not metres, but a metre-making argument that makes a poem,-a thought so passionate and alive that like the spirit of a plant or an animal it has an architecture of its own, and adorns nature with a new thing. The thought and the form are equal in the order of time, but in the order of genesis the thought is prior to the form."
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"It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road."
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"Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it."
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"Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment."
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"Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph that liv'st unseenWithin thy airy shellBy slow Meander's margent green,And in the violet-imbroider'd valeWhere the love-lorn nightingaleNightly to thee her sad song mourneth well:Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pairThat likest thy Narcissus are?"
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"I don't think of poetry as a 'rational' activity but as an aural one. My poems usually begin with words or phrases which appeal more because of their sound than their meaning, and the movement and phrasing of a poem are very important to me."
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"Poetry has been to me its own exceeding great reward; it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the good and beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me."
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"Come let us haste, the stars grow high, But night sits monarch yet in the mid sky."
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"Women do not have as great a need for poetry because their own essence is poetry."
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"And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when, no they were not voices, they were not words, nor silence, but from a street I was summoned, from the branches of night, abruptly from the others, among violent fires or returning alone, there I was without a face and it touched me."
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"Dig anywhere in the earth and you will find a treasure, only you must dig with the faith of a peasant."
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"Faith and love are apt to be spasmodic in the best minds. Men live the brink of mysteries and harmonies into which they never enter, and with their hands on the door-latch they die outside."
Faith
"We do not yet possess ourselves, and we know at the same time that we are much more."
Self-Control
"True love transcends the unworthy object, and dwells and broods on the eternal, and when the poor interposed mask crumbles, it is not sad, but feels rid of so much earth, and feels its independency the surer."
Love
"The search after the great men is the dream of youth, and the most serious occupation of manhood."
Life
"We dress our garden, eat our dinners, discuss the household with our wives, and these things make no impression, are forgotten next week; but in the solitude to which every man is always returning, he has a sanity and revelations, which in his passage into new worlds he will carry with him. Never mind the ridicule, never mind the defeat: up again, old heart! - it seems to say, - there is victory yet for all justice; and the true romance which the world exists to realize, will be the transformation of genius into practical power."
Life
"When I first open my eyes upon the morning meadows and look out upon the beautiful world I thank God I am alive."
Gratitude
"You have first an instinct then an opinion then a knowledge as the plant has root bud and fruit. Trust the instinct to the end though you can render no reason."
Trust
"Though I am weak yet God when prayed Cannot withhold his conquering aid."
Faith
"The shoemaker makes a good shoe because he makes nothing else."
Work
"There are people who have an appetite for grief pleasure is not strong enough and they crave pain. They have mithridatic stomachs which must be fed on poisoned bread natures so doomed that no prosperity can sooth their ragged and dishevelled desolation."
Suffering
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