All The Poems Of Our Lives Are

Nourish Beginnings, Let Us Nourish Beginnings. Not All Things Are Blest, But The Seeds Of All Things Are Blest. The Blessing Is In The Seed.

In Time Of Crisis, We Summon Up Our Strength. Then, If We Are Lucky, We Are Able To Call Every Resource, Every Forgotten Image That Can Leap To Our Quickening, Every Memory That Can Make Us Know Our Power. And This Luck Is More Than It Seems To Be: It Depends On The Long Preparation Of The Self To Be Used.

The Sources Of Poetry Are In The Spirit Seeking Completeness.

Poetry Is, Above All, An Approach To The Truth Of Feeling. A Fine Poem Will Seize Your Imagination Intellectually - That Is, When You Reach It, You Will Reach It Intellectually Too - But The Way Is Through Emotion, Through What We Call Feeling.

Flight Is Intolerable Contradiction.