The night Makes everything grotesque. Is it because Night is the nature of man's interior world?
Imagination applied to the whole world is vapid in comparison to imagination applied to a detail.
Poetry is a response to the daily necessity of getting the world right.
All of our ideas come from the natural world: trees equal umbrellas.
I was myself the compass of that sea: I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw Or heard or felt came not but from myself; And there I found myself more truly and more strange.
The physical world is meaningless tonight And there is no other.
The greatest poverty is not to live In a physical world, to feel that one's desire Is too difficult to tell from despair.
This mangled, smutted semi-world hacked out Of dirt . . . It is not possible for the moon To blot this with its dove-winged blendings.
I was the world in which I walked.
The word is the making of the world
The house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became the book.
Poetry is the statement of a relation between a man and the world
The mind is the terriblest force in the world, father, Because, in chief, it, only, can defend Against itself. At its mercy, we depend Upon it.
Thus the theory of description matters most. It is the theory of the word for those For whom the word is the making of the world, The buzzing world and lisping firmament.
Words of the world are the life of the world.
To live in the world but outside of existing conceptions of it.
On a few words of what is real in the world I nourish myself. I defend myself against Whatever remains.
It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem.
The world about us would be desolate except for the world within us.
The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.