“No poem is intended for the reader, no picture for the beholder, no symphony for the listener.”
“...the reader who plucks a book from her shelf only once is as deprived as the listener who, after attending a single performance of a Beethoven symphony, never hears it again.”
“The poem in which the reader does not feel himself or herself a participant is a lecture, listened to from an uncomfortable chair, in a stuffy room, inside a building.”
“This book is intended for calm readers.”
“Hearing her laugh is like listening to the best kind of symphony.”
“For the listener, who listens in the snow, / And, nothing himself, beholds /Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.”