“... unreal things have a reality of their own, in poetry as elsewhere.”
“Poetry is a finikin thing of airThat lives uncertainly and not for longYet radiantly beyond much lustier blurs.”
“Poetry is an abstraction bloodied.”
“Poetry is the scholar's art.”
“One must read poetry with one's nerves.”
“People should like poetry the way a child likes snow, and they would if poets wrote it.”
“Reality Is an Activity of the Most August Imagination.”