Gascoigne, Ben Jonson, Greville, Raleigh, Donne, Poets who wrote great poems, one by one, And spaced by many years, each line an act Through which few labor, which no men retract. This passion is the scholar's heritage — Yvor Winters Copy Share Image
The passion to condense from book to book Unbroken wisdom in a single look, Though we know well that when this fix the head, The mind's immortal, but the man is dead. — Yvor Winters Copy Share Image
Even though poetry was written for the 'minds ear' as well as the physical ear, the minds ear can be trained only by the… — Yvor Winters Copy Share Image
The land is numb. It stands beneath the feet, and one may come Walking securely, till the sea extends Its limber margin, and precision… — Yvor Winters Copy Share Image
By practice and conviction formed, With ancient stubbornness ingrained, Although her body clung and swarmed, My own identity remained. — Yvor Winters Copy Share Image
Far out of sight forever stands the sea, Bounding the land with pale tranquillity. — Yvor Winters Copy Share Image
“And when I found your flesh did not resist, It was the living spirit that I kissed.” — YVOR WINTERS Copy Share Image
And one rose in a tent of sea and gave A darkening shudder; water fell away; The whale stood shining, and then sank in… — Yvor Winters Copy Share Image
Professors of literature, who for the most part are genteel but mediocre men, can make but a poor defense of their profession, and the… — Yvor Winters Copy Share Image
Gascoigne, Ben Jonson, Greville, Raleigh, Donne, Poets who wrote great poems, one by one, And spaced by many years, each line an act Through… — Yvor Winters Copy Share Image
The rain of matter upon sense Destroys me momently. The score: There comes what will come. — Yvor Winters Copy Share Image
The passion to condense from book to book Unbroken wisdom in a single look, Though we know well that when this fix the head,… — Yvor Winters Copy Share Image
“To say that a poet is justified in employing a disintegrating form in order to express a feeling of disintegration, is merely a sophistical… — Yvor Winters Copy Share Image
