“It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom.”
“Poetry is an abstraction bloodied.”
“One must read poetry with one's nerves.”
“... unreal things have a reality of their own, in poetry as elsewhere.”
“People should like poetry the way a child likes snow, and they would if poets wrote it.”
“Poetry is a finikin thing of airThat lives uncertainly and not for longYet radiantly beyond much lustier blurs.”