"The whole race is a poet that writes down / The eccentric propositions of its fate."
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"The whole race is a poet that writes down / The eccentric propositions of its fate."
"Poetry is a finikin thing of air That lives uncertainly and not for long Yet radiantly beyond much lustier blurs."
"Most modern reproducers of life, even including the camera, really repudiate it. We gulp down evil, choke at good."
"Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof."
"Divinity must live within herself: Passions of rain, or moods in the falling snow; Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued Elations when the forest blooms; gusty Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights; All pleasures and all pains, remembering The boughs of summer and the winter branch. These are the measures destined for her soul."
"At evening casual flocks of pigeons make Ambiguous undulations as they sink Downward to darkness, on extended wings."
"It was autumn and falling stars Covered the shrivelled forms Crouched in the moonlight."
"The poem must resist the intelligence almost successfully."
"Metaphor creates a new reality from which the original appears to be unreal."
"I certainly do not exist from nine to six, when I am at the office."
"It is the belief and not the god that counts."
"I am one of you and being one of you is being and knowing what I am and know. Yet I am the necessary Angel of earth, since, in my sight, you see the earth again."
"The death of Satan was a tragedy For the imagination."
"The wind had seized the tree and ha, and ha, It held the shivering, the shaken limbs, Then bathed its body in the leaping lake."
"The greatest poverty is not to live In a physical world, to feel that one's desire Is too difficult to tell from despair."
"The point of vision and desire are the same."
"There may be always a time of innocence. There is never a place."
"We must endure our thoughts all night, until the bright obvious stands motionless in the cold."
"If sex were all, then every trembling hand Could make us squeak, like dolls, the wished-for words."
"It is the mind that is woven, the mind that was jerked And tufted in straggling thunder and shattered sun."