Even though poetry was written for the 'minds ear' as well as the physical ear, the minds ear can be trained only… — Yvor Winters Ears 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,… — Yvor Winters Ends Copy Share Image
By practice and conviction formed, With ancient stubbornness ingrained, Although her body clung and swarmed, My own identity remained. — Yvor Winters Ancient Copy Share Image
Far out of sight forever stands the sea, Bounding the land with pale tranquillity. — Yvor Winters Forever Copy Share Image
“And when I found your flesh did not resist, It was the living spirit that I kissed.” — YVOR WINTERS Life 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… — Yvor Winters Darkening 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,… — Yvor Winters Book 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… — Yvor Winters Donne Copy Share Image
The rain of matter upon sense Destroys me momently. The score: There comes what will come. — Yvor Winters Matter 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… — Yvor Winters Book 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… — Yvor Winters Disintegration Copy Share Image
Far out of sight forever standsthe sea, Bounding the land with pale tranquillity. — Yvor Winters Great saying by great authors Copy Share Image
Reptilian green the wrinkled throat, Green as a bough of yew the beard; He bent his head, and so I smote — Yvor Winters Beard Copy Share Image
What I desire of a poem is a clear understanding of motive, and a just evaluation of feeling A poem in the… — Yvor Winters Clear Copy Share Image
“I. IN WINTER Myself Pale mornings, and I rise. Still Morning Snow air--my fingers curl. Awakening New snow, O pine of dawn!… — Yvor Winters Autumn leaves Copy Share Image
