Quotes by : Cecil Day-Lewis

See this abdicated beast, once kingOf them all, nibble his claws:Not anger enough left—no, nor despair—To....

First, I do not sit down at my desk to put into verse something that is already clear in my mind. If....

In June we picked the clover,And sea-shells in July:There was no silence at the door,No word from the....

It is eighteen years ago, almost to the day-A sunny day with the leaves just turning,The touch-lines....

And yet this self, containsTides, continents and stars―a myriad selves,Is small and solitary as one....

A way of using words to say things which could not possibly be said in any other way, things which in....

poetry is not—except in a very limited sense—a form of self-expression. Who on earth supposes that....

The river this November afternoonRests in an equipoise of sun and cloud:A glooming light, a gleaming....