It is a violation which has obsessed the tyrants of the twentieth century. They do not want simply to kill their opponents, but to liquidate them, to deny that they have ever existed.
Some writers confuse authenticity, which they ought always to aim at, with originality, which they should never bother about.
Even a poor man can receive honors.
I’ve said what I’m prepared to say in my poems, and then journalists think that you’re going to tell them a whole lot more.
Irish poets, learn your trade, sing whatever is well made, scorn the sort now growing up all out of shape from toe to top.
I have learned so much from working with other poets, travelling and reading with them, spending days discussing poems in progress. There is the sense that we are all, as writers, part of something which is more powerful than any of us.
Sleep is a reward for some, a punishment for others. For all, it is a sanction.
I may be as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best.
The poetic act consists of suddenly seeing that an idea splits up into a number of equal motifs and of grouping them; they rhyme.
I’m sure 50 percent of television ads use rhyme.