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Poetry proceeds from the totality of man, sense, imagination, intellect, love, desire, instinct, blood and spirit together.
Poetry brings all possible experience to the same degree: a degree in the consciousness beyond which the consciousness itself cannot go.
No art form points like poetry to this originality of language as to its essential and abiding concern.
Society’s dark hull drifts further and further away. It is this place – the place of our separation, our distinction – that much of his poetry occupies.
Poetry says the things that I can’t say. I read a lot, but I never write it.
Conversation may be compared to a lyre with seven chords – philosophy, art, poetry, love, scandal, and the weather.
Poetry is one of the few nasty childhood habits I’ve managed to grow out of.
I despair of ever writing excellent poetry.
I will not leave a corner of my consciousness covered up, but saturate myself with the strange and extraordinary new conditions of this life, and it will all refine itself into poetry later on.
Let my life as Poet begin. I want the life of the Poet. I have labored for over twelve years, one thousand pages of prose. Now, I want the easiness of poetry. The brevity of the poem.