“Нет такой формы банальности, которую нельзя без труда превратить в пятистопный ямб. Если человек научился считать до десяти, ему не сложно начать новую строку с каждого одиннадцатого слога или отбивать каждый второй слог с ударением.”

“No one knows, at sight a masterpiece.And give up verse, my boy,There's nothing in it.Likewise a friend of Bloughram's once advised me:Don't kick against the pricks,Accept opinion. The Nineties tried your gameAnd died, there's nothing in it.”

“The serious artist must be as open as nature. Nature does not give all of herself in a paragraph. She is rugged and not set apart into discreet categories.”

“And the days are not full enoughAnd the nights are not full enoughAnd life slips by like a field mouseNot shaking the grass”

“The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet black bough.”

“This is no book. Whoever touches this touches a man.”

“Speak against unconscious oppression,Speak against the tyranny of the unimaginative,Speak against bonds.”