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No more pronouncements on lousy verse. No more hidden competition. No more struggling not to be a square.

The art of one period cannot be approached through the attitudes (emotional or intellectual) of another.

At midnight tears
Run into your ears.

The fact, and the intuition or logic about the fact, are severe coordinates in fiction. In the short story they must cross with hair-line precision.

O remember
In your narrowing dark hours
That more things move
Than blood in the heart.

O God, in the dream the terrible horse began
To paw at the air, and make for me with his blows.

Poetry is often generations in advance of the thought of its time.

What we suffer, what we endure, what we muff, what we kill, what we miss, what we are guilty of, is done by us, as individuals, in private.

I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy!

The measured blood beats out the year's delay.

Pasture, stone wall, and steeple,
What most perturbs the mind:
The heart-rending homely people,
Or the horrible beautiful kind?

I have lost faith in universal panaceas - work is the one thing in which I really believe.

But childhood prolonged, cannot remain a fairyland. It becomes a hell.

Women have no wilderness in them They are provident instead Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts To eat dusty bread.

Your work is carved out of agony as a statue is carved out of marble.

The Initial Mystery that attends any journey is: how did the traveler reach his starting point in the first place?

The terrible beast, that no one may understand,
Came to my side, and put down his head in love.

Because language is the carrier of ideas, it is easy to believe that it should be very little else than such a carrier.

The women rest their tired half-healed hearts; they are almost
well.

Perhaps this very instant is your time.

A thousand kindnesses do not make up for a thousand blows.

Once form has been smashed, it has been smashed for good, and once a forbidden subject has been released, it has been released for good.

Song, like a wing, tears through my breast, my side,
And madness chooses out my voice again,
Again.

I hope that one or two immortal lyrics will come out of all this tumbling around.

Politics are nothing but sand and gravel: it is art and life that feed us until we die. Everything else is ambition, hysteria or hatred.

I don't like quintessential certitude.

Goodbye, goodbye!
There was so much to love, I could not love it all;
I could not love it enough.

True revolutions in art restore more than they destroy.

All art, in spite of the struggles of some critics to prove otherwise, is based on emotion and projects emotion.

It is through the acceptance of a variety of aethetic and intellectual points of view that a culture is given breadth and density.

O fortunate bride, who never again will become elated after
childbirth!
O lucky older wife, who has been cured of feeling unwanted!

Stupidity always accompanies evil. Or evil, stupidity.

Innocence of heart and violence of feeling are necessary in any kind of superior achievement: The arts cannot exist without them.

I'll lie here and learn
How, over their ground,
Trees make a long shadow
And a light sound.

Up from the bronze, I saw Water without a flaw Rush to its rest in air Reach to its rest, and fall.

You need some place to work in. That's the door half open.

It is almost impossible for the poetess, once laurelled, to take off the crown for good or to reject values and taste of those who tender it.