Quotes by : Kathleen Raine

For [W. B.] Yeats magic was not so much a kind of poetry as poetry a kind of magic, and the object of....

I couldn't claim that I have never felt the urge to explore evil but when you descend into hell you....

And see the peaceful trees extendtheir myriad leaves in leisured dance—they bear the weight of sky....

Whiteness of moonlight builds a house that is not there