Nothing endures but personal qualities.
I assess the power of a will by how much resistance, pain, torture it endures and knows how to turn to its advantage.
New poems no longer come to me with their prodigies of metaphor and assonance. Prose endures. I feel the circles grow smaller, and old age is a ceremony of losses, which is, on the whole, preferable to dying at forty-seven or fifty-two.
Poetry endures when it possesses passionate and primally sincere clarity in the service of articulating universal human concerns.