I had seen birth and death but had thought they were different.
I am moved by fancies that are curled, around these images and cling, the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.
The end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started.
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
Between the vision and the act lies the shadow.
A wrong attitude toward nature implies, somewhere, a wrong attitude toward God.
It is not necessarily those lands which are the most fertile or most favored in climate that seem to me the happiest, but those in which a long struggle of adaptation between man and his environment has brought out the best qualities of both.
A woman drew her long black hair out tight, And fiddled whisper music on those strings, And bats with baby faces in the violet light Whistled, and beat their wings, And crawled head downward down a blackened wall.
Uncorseted, her friendly bust Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.
Humankind can’t stand too much reality.
There will be time to murder and create.
It is not enough to understand what we ought to be, unless we know what we are; and we do not understand what we are, unless we know what we ought to be.
When the gods know that a god hath fallen, With this kindly feeling They do encourage him – Be thou a god again and again.
Success is relative. It is what we make of the mess we have made of things.
In the life of one man, never The same time returns.
The majority of mankind is lazyminded, incurious, absorbed in vanities, and tepid in emotion, and is therefore incapable of either much doubt or much faith.
Words strain, crack, and sometime break, under the burden.
With cats, some say, one rule is true: Don’t speak till you are spoken to.
Let’s not be narrow, nasty, and negative.
As things are, and as fundamentally they must always be, poetry is not a career, but a mug’s game. No honest poet can ever feel quite sure of the permanent value of what he has written: He may have wasted his time and messed up his life for nothing.