It is generally a feminine eye that first detects the moral deficiencies hidden under the ‘dear deceit’ of beauty.
My name is only an anagram of toilets.
Every moment is a new and shocking transvaluation of all we have ever been.
And the lost heart stiffens and rejoices in the lost lilac and the lost sea voices and the weak spirit quickens to rebel for the bent golden-rod and the lost sea smell quickens to recover.
We see the light but see not whence it comes. O Light Invisible, we glorify Thee!
To justify Christian morality because it provides a foundation of morality, instead of showing the necessity of Christian morality from the truth of Christianity, is a very dangerous inversion.
Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.
War among men defiles this world.
The soul of Man must quicken to creation.
To men of a certain type The suspicion that they are incapable of loving Is as disturbing to their self-esteem As, in cruder men, the fear of impotence.
Each way means loneliness – and communion.
I journeyed to London, to the timekept City, Where the River flows, with foreign flotations. There I was told: we have too many churches, And too few chop-houses.
The lot of man is ceaseless labor, Or ceaseless idleness, which is still harder.
This is the feeling for syllable and rhythm, penetrating far below the conscious levels of thought and feeling, invigorating every word.
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think.
In life there is not time to grieve long.
Death has a hundred hands and walks by a thousand ways.
Philosophy: a purple bullfinch in a lilac tree.
Webster was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin.
What a poem means is as much what it means to others as what it means to the author; and indeed, in the course of time a poet may become merely reader in respect to his own works, forgetting his original meaning.