There's no money in poetry, but then there's no poetry in money, either..

Marriage, like money, is still with us; and, like money, progressively devalued..

When a dream is born in you With a sudden clamorous pain, When you know the dream is true And lovely, with no flaw nor stain, O then, be careful, or ….

Let all the poison that lurks in the mud, hatch out..

You mean that people who continue virtuous in an old-fashioned way must inevitably suffer in times like these?.

Prose books are the show dogs I breed and sell to support my cat..

Take your delight in momentariness, Walk between dark and dark a shining space With the grave 's narrowness, though not its peace..

There's a cool web of language winds us in, Retreat from too much joy or too much fear: We grow sea-green at last and coldly die In brininess and vol….

A banker warned the British poet Robert Graves that one could not grow rich writing poetry. He replied that if there was no money in poetry, there wa….

He found a formula for drawing comic rabbits: This formula for drawing comic rabbits paid. Till in the end he could not change the tragic habits ….

For I now realize that what overcame me that evening was a sudden awareness of the power of intuition, the supra-logic that cuts out all routine proc….

Anthropologists are a connecting link between poets and scientists; though their field-work among primitive peoples has often made them forget the la….

Nine-tenths of English poetic literature is the result either of vulgar careerism or of a poet trying to keep his hand in. Most poets are dead by the….

Where nature with accustomed round Sweeps and garnishes the ground With kindly beauty, warm or cold Alternate seasons never old: Heathen, how furious….

Never use the word 'audience.' The very idea of a public, unless the poet is writing for money, seems wrong to me. Poets don't have an 'audience'. Th….

I have done many impious things--no great ruler can do otherwise. I have put the good of the Empire before all human considerations. To keep the Empi….

New beginnings and new shoots Spring again from hidden roots Pull or stab or cut or burn, Love must ever yet return..

When I'm killed, don't think of me Buried there in Cambrin Wood, Nor as in Zion think of me With the Intolerable Good. And there's one thing that I k….

Kill if you must, but never hate: Man is but grass and hate is blight, The sun will scorch you soon or late, Die wholesome then, since you must fight.

A well-chosen anthology is a complete dispensary of medicine for the more common mental disorders, and may be used as much for prevention as cure..

I don't really feel my poems are mine at all. I didn't create them out of nothing. I owe them to my relations with other people..