You Are Ice And Fire The Touch

Only Those Of Our Poets Who Kept Solidly To The Shakespearean Tradition Achieved Any Measure Of Success. But Keats Was The Last Great Exponent Of That Tradition, And We All Know How Thin, How Lacking In Charm, The Copies Of Keats Have Become.

Happiness, To Some, Is Elation; To Others It Is Mere Stagnation.

I Never Deny Poems When They Come; Whatever I Am Doing, Whatever I Am Writing, I Lay It Aside And Attend To The Arriving Poem.

Youth Condemns; Maturity Condones

How Loud Clocks Can Tick When A Room Is Empty, And One Is Alone!