"His face was blue, on his fingers Flecks of green. 'This is my father', I thought."

"Poetry is certainly about pitting yourself against the unknown. The thing about a poem is that you’ve got to get it r…"

"In [The New Poetry] I had attacked the British poets' nervous preference for gentility above all else, and their avoi…"

"[On the British winter of 1962–1963] The snow began just after Christmas and would not let up. By New Year the whole …"

"Despite the hundreds of attempts, police terror and the concentration camps have proved to be more or less impossible…"

"The real resistance now is to an art which forces its audience to recognize and accept imaginatively, in their nerve …"

""Lest that by any means When I have preached to others I myself Should be a castaway." If some one now Would take tha…"

"In the days of my early acquaintance with Henley, some fourteen or fifteen years ago, I could never look at him witho…"

"When men live in small communities, ... they cannot avoid personal participation in some public functions. So it was …"

"It is impossible to maintain that these attributes [caution and progress] have been constant in the two great English…"