“...when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry, nor till the poets among us can be "literalists of the imagination" --above insolence and triviality and can present for inspection, "imaginary gardens with real toads in them," shall we have it.”

“[Marianne Moore's definition of genuine poetry] -- Imaginary gardens with real toads in them.”

“... imaginary gardens with real toads in them ...... if you demand on one hand,the raw material of poetry inall its rawness andthat which is on the other handgenuine, then you are interested in poetry.”

“I am hard to disgust, but a pretentious poet can do it”

“Poetry...... a place for the genuine,Hands that can grasp, eyesthat can dilate, hair that can rise”

“When they become so derivative as to become unintelligible, the same thing may be said for all of us, that we do not admire what we cannot understand.”

“Do the poet and scientist not work analogously? Both are willing to waste effort. To be hard on himself is one ...of the main strengths of each. Each is attentive to clues, each must narrow the choice, must strive for precision. As George Grosz says, “In art there is no place for gossip and but a small place for the satirist.” The objective is fertile procedure. Is it not? Jacob Bronowski says in The Saturday Evening Post that science is not a mere collection of discoveries, but that science is the process of discovering. In any case it’s not established once and for all; it’s evolving.”