“Poetry is a finikin thing of airThat lives uncertainly and not for longYet radiantly beyond much lustier blurs.”
“... unreal things have a reality of their own, in poetry as elsewhere.”
“Poetry is an abstraction bloodied.”
“Poetry is the scholar's art.”
“One must read poetry with one's nerves.”
“From this the poem springs: that we live in a place That is not our own and, much more, not ourselves And hard it is in spite of blazoned days.”
“People should like poetry the way a child likes snow, and they would if poets wrote it.”