“Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.”

“I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.”

“When, however, one reads of a witch being ducked, of a woman possessed by devils, of a wise woman selling herbs, or even of a very remarkable man who had a mother, then I think we are on the track of a lost novelist, a suppressed poet, of some mute and inglorious Jane Austen, some Emily Bronte who dashed her brains out on the moor or mopped and mowed about the highways crazed with the torture that her gift had put her to. Indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.”

“Our moments of inspiration are not lost though we have no particular poem to show for them; for those experiences have left an indelible impression, and we are ever and anon reminded of them. ”

“I found the poems in the fields,And only wrote them down.”

“No man ever raised a monument to a cynic or wrote a poem about a man without faith.”