Learn from your dreams what you lack.
I would have a poet able bodied, fond of talking, a reader of the newspapers, capable of pity and laughter, informed in economics, appreciative of women, involved in personal relationships, actively interested in politics, susceptible to physical impressions.
History is, strictly speaking, the study of questions; the study of answers belongs to anthropology and sociology.
Sob, heavy world Sob as you spin, Mantled in mist Remote from the happy.
Nationalism of the Irish type is often regarded as reactionary. With the World Revolution and the Classless Society waiting for the midwife, why take a torch to the stable to assist at the birth of a puppy? Even if the puppy is pedigree. On this question I am unable to make up my mind.
One cannot walk through an assembly factory and not feel that one is in Hell.
A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.
Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me, otherwise kill me.
‘Healing,’ Papa would tell me, ‘is not a science, but the intuitive art of wooing nature.’
We all have these places where shy humiliations gambol on sunny afternoons.