Edith Sitwell on poetry

I am patient with stupidity but not with those who are proud of it.

I enjoyed talking to her, but thought nothing of her writing. I considered her “a beautiful little knitter”.

Remember only this of our hopeless love
That never till Time is done
Will the fire of the heart and the fire of the mind be one.

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost1874–1963

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.

T. S. Eliot1888–1965“Philip Massinger”, a biographical essay, in The Sacred Wood (1920)

Poetry too is a little incarnation, giving body to what had been before invisible and inaudible.

C. S. Lewis1898–1963Reflections on the Psalms