Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
Beauty is everlasting And dust is for a time
You're not free until you've been made captive by supreme belief
The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence; not in silence, but restraint
Impatience is the mark of independence, not of bondage
The passion for setting people right is in itself an afflictive disease.
Poetry is all nouns and verbs
It is quite cruel that a poet cannot wander through his regions of enchantment without having a critic, forever, like the old man of the sea, upon his back
Psychology which explains everything explains nothing, and we are still in doubt
The Irish say your trouble is their trouble and your joy their joy? I wish I could believe it; I am troubled, I'm dissatisfied, I'm Irish
There never was a war that was not inward; I must fight till I have conquered in myself what causes war.
... imaginary gardens with real toads in them ...... if you demand on one hand,the raw material of poetry inall its rawness andthat which is on the other handgenuine, then you are interested in poetry.
Poetry...... a place for the genuine,Hands that can grasp, eyesthat can dilate, hair that can rise
They fought the enemy, we fight fat living and self-pity. Shine, o shine, unfalsifying sun, on this sick scene.
Any writer overwhelmingly honest about pleasing himself is almost sure to please others.