The business of the poet is not to find new emotions, but to use the ordinary ones and, in working them up into poetry, to express feelings which are not in actual emotions at all.
The bad poet is usually unconscious where he ought to be conscious, and conscious where he ought to be unconscious.
The awful daring of a moment’s surrender which an age of prudence can never retract by this, and this only, we have existed.
That is the worst moment, when you feel that you have lost the desire for all that was most desirable, before you are contented with what you can desire; before you know what is left to be desired; and you go on wishing that you could desire what desire has left behind. But you cannot understand. How could you understand what it is to feel old?
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.