I despair of ever writing excellent poetry.

I can't look at things in the simple, large way that great poets do.

I can only say that one's individual situation is more real and important to oneself than the devastations of fates and empires especially when they do not vitally affect oneself.

Nothing can justify war.

I wanted to write a battle song for the Judeans but so far I can think of nothing noble and weighty enough.

I can only say that one’s individual situation is more real and important to oneself than the devastations of fates and empires especially when they do not vitally affect oneself.

Nobody ever told me what to read, or ever put poetry in my way.

The darkness crumbles away It is the same old druid Time as ever.

You mustnt forget the circumstances I have been brought up in, the little education I have had.

Earth has waited for them, All the time of their growth Fretting for their decay: Now she has them at last.