I sometimes think/ His critical judgement is so exquisite/ It leaves us nothing to admire except his opinion.
Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement . . . says heaven and earth in one word . . . speaks of himself and his predicament as though for the first time.
How can a man learn navigation Where there's no rudder?
Thank God our time is now when wrong comes up to meet us everywhere never to leave us till we take, the greatest stride of the soul man ever took. affairs are now soul size the enterprise is exploration unto God. Where are you making for? It takes so many thousand years to wake. But will you wake for pity's sake?
I travel light; as light, that is, as a man can travel who will still carry his body around because of its sentimental value.
In our plain defects we already know the brotherhood of man.
It is the individual man in his individual freedom who can mature with his warm spirit the unripe world.
Indulgences, not fulfillment, is what the world Permits us.
Poetry is a language in which man explores his own amazement.