The land is numb. It stands beneath the feet, and one may come Walking securely, till the sea extends Its limber margin, and precision ends.

- Yvor Winters

Gascoigne, Ben Jonson, Greville, Raleigh, Donne, Poets who wrote great poems, one by one, And spaced by many years, each line an act Through which fe…

- Yvor Winters

Even though poetry was written for the 'minds ear' as well as the physical ear, the minds ear can be trained only by the other ... which comes back t…

- Yvor Winters

Reptilian green the wrinkled throat, Green as a bough of yew the beard; He bent his head, and so I smote

- Yvor Winters

Far out of sight forever stands the sea, Bounding the land with pale tranquillity.

- Yvor Winters

By practice and conviction formed, With ancient stubbornness ingrained, Although her body clung and swarmed, My own identity remained.

- Yvor Winters

Professors of literature, who for the most part are genteel but mediocre men, can make but a poor defense of their profession, and the professors of …

- Yvor Winters

What I desire of a poem is a clear understanding of motive, and a just evaluation of feeling A poem in the first place should offer us a new percepti…

- Yvor Winters

The passion to condense from book to book Unbroken wisdom in a single look, Though we know well that when this fix the head, The mind's immortal, but…

- Yvor Winters