Washington isn’t a city, it’s an abstraction.
Category Archive: Welsh
I am now going from a prison to a palace: I have finished my work, and am now going to receive my wages.
There is only one position for an artist anywhere; and that is upright.
Don’t be too harsh to these poems until they’re typed. I always think typescript lends some sort of certainty: at least, if the things are bad then, they appear to be bad with conviction.
Every device there is in language is there to be used, if you will. Poets have got to enjoy themselves sometimes, and the twistings and convolutions of words, the inventions and contrivances, are all part of the joy that is part of the painful, voluntary work.
Go on thinking that you don’t need to be read and you’ll find that it may become quite true: no one will feel the need tom read it because it is written for yourself alone; and the public won’t feel any impulse to gate crash such a private party.
But cats to me are strange, so strange I cannot sleep if one is near.
Pour not on the comforts you want, but upon the mercies you have. Look rather at God’s ending in afflicting, than to the measure and degree of your affliction.
As long as I love Beauty I am young.
Somebody’s boring me. I think it’s me.