"Here in a little lonely room I am master of earth and sea, And the planets come to me."

"Criticism is properly the rod of divination: a hazel switch for the discovery of buried treasure, not a birch twig fo…"

"Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses? How soft is this one, how subtle this is, How fluttering swift as a bi…"

"All art is a form of artifice.For in art there can be no prejudices."

"And I would have, now love is over, An end to all, an end: I cannot, having been your lover, Stoop to become your fri…"

"The gray-green stretch of sandy grass, Indefinitely desolate; A sea of lead, a sky of slate; Already autumn in the ai…"

"My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring."

"I have loved colours, and not flowers; Their motion, not the swallows wings; And wasted more than half my hours Witho…"

"I heard the sighing of the reeds At noontide and at evening, And some old dream I had forgotten I seemed to be rememb…"

"They weave a slow andante as in sleep, Scaled yellow, swampy black, plague-spotted white; With blue and lidless eyes …"