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"For awhile after you quit Keats all other poetry seems to be only whistling or humming."
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"I don't think Auden liked my poetry very much, he's very Anglican."
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"When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses."
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"Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance."
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"Old wives keep in memory word of things that once were needful for the wise to know."
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"Everything one invents is true, you may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry."
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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 she forgot the stars, the moon, and sun/ And she forgot the blue above the trees,/ And she forgot the dells where waters run,/ And she forgot the chilly autumn breeze;/ She had no knowledge when the day was done,/ And the new morn she saw not: but in peace/ Hung over her sweet basil evermore,/ And moisten'd it with tears unto the core."
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"From what the moderns want, we must learn what poetry should become; from what the ancients did, what poetry must be."
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"In the grueling light that passed for day..."
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"As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill."
Happiness
"Till Human voices wake us, and we drown."
Justice
"Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,I had not thought death had undone so many.Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,To where St Mary Woolnoth kept the hours With a dead sound on the final stock of nine.There I saw one I knew, and stopped him crying: 'Stetson!You, who were with me in the ships at Mylae!That corpse you planted last year in your garden,Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year? Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!You! hypocrite lecteur!-mon semblable,-mon frere!"
Life
"Genuine blasphemy genuine in spirit and not purely verbal is the product of partial belief and is as impossible to the complete atheist as to the perfect Christian."
Faith
"Truth on our level is a different thing from truth for the jellyfish."
Truth
"Knowledge is invariably a matter of degree: you cannot put your finger upon even the simplest datum and say this we know."
Knowledge
"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; They called me the hyacinth girl.' -Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence. Od' und leer das Meer."
Nature
"Where is all the knowledge we lost with information?"
Knowledge
"How wild it was, to let it be."
Freedom
"There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not."
Mortality
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