The land is numb. It stands beneath the feet, and one may come Walking securely, till the sea extends Its limber margin, and precision ends.
The Slow Pacific Swell (1976)
... even though poetry was written for the 'minds ear' as well as the physical ear, the minds ear can be trained only by the other ... which comes back to reading poetry aloud ...Yvor Winters
What I desire of a poem is a clear understanding of motive, and a just evaluation of feeling A poem in the first place should offer us a new perception..bringing into being a new experience Verse is more valuable than prose for its rhythms are faster and more highly organised and lead to greater compexity.Yvor Winters
By practice and conviction formed, With ancient stubbornness ingrained, Although her body clung and swarmed, My own identity remained.Yvor Winters
And you are here beside me, small, Contained and fragile, and intent On things that I but half recall- The rain of matter upon sense Destroys me momently. The score: There comes what will come.Yvor Winters
Metal, intrinsic value, deep and dense, Preanimate, inimitable, still, Real, but an evil with no human sense, Dispersed the mind to concentrate the will.Yvor Winters
What calm catastrophe will yet assuage This final drouth of penitential tears?Yvor Winters