The living blind and seeing Dead together lie As if in love . . . There was no more hating then, And no more love; Gone is the heart of Man.
the arts are life accelerated and concentrated.
Art is magic, not logic. This craze for the logical spirit in irrational shape is part of the present harmful mania for uniformity ...
Our hearts seemed safe in our breasts and sang to the Light The marrow in the bone We dreamed was safe. . . the blood in the veins, the sap in the tree Were springs of Deity.
Said the Sun to the Moon-'When you are but a lonely white crone, And I, a dead King in my golden armour somewhere in a dark wood, Remember only this of our hopeless love That never till Time is done Will the fire of the heart and the fire of the mind be one
Poetry ennobles the heart and the eyes, and unveils the meaning of all things upon which the heart and the eyes dwell. It discovers the secret rays of the universe, and restores to us forgotten paradises.
The ghost of the heart of manred Cain And the more murderous brain Of Man, still redder Nero that conceived the death Of his mother Earth, and tore Her womb, to know the place where he was conceived.
But I saw the little-Ant men as they ran Carrying the world's weight of the world's filth And the filth in the heart of Man-- Compressed till those lusts and greeds had a greater heat than that of the Sun.
All great poetry is dipped in the dyes of the heart ...
The last faint spark In the self-murdered heart, the wounds of the sad uncomprehending dark, The wounds of the baited bear,-- The blind and weeping bear whom the keepers beat On his helpless flesh . . . the tears of the hunted hare.
"It is part of the poet's work to show each man what he sees but does not know he sees."
What an artist is for is to tell us what we see but do not know that we see.
Poetry is the deification of reality.
I am one of those unhappy persons who inspire bores to the greatest flights of art.
All great art contains an element of the irrational.
The child and the great artist -- these alone receive the sensation fresh as it was at the beginning of the world.