A perfect poem is impossible. Once it had been written, the world would end.
Robert Graves-The Paris Review, "Writers at Work: 4th series," interview with Peter Buckman and William Fifield (1969)
Philosophy is antipoetic. Philosophize about mankind and you brush aside individual uniqueness, which a poet cannot do without self-damage. Unless, for a start, he has a strong personal rhythm to vary his metrics, he is nothing. Poets mistrust philosophy. They know that once the heads are counted, each owner of a head loses his personal identify and becomes a number in some government scheme: if not as a slave or serf, at least as a party to the device of majority voting, which smothers personal views.
Robert Graves-"The Case for Xanthippe" in The Crane Bag (1969)
Across two counties he can hear
And catch your words before you speak.
The woodlouse or the maggot's weak clamour
Rings in his sad ear,
And noise so slight it would surpass credence.
Robert Graves-Lost love
A perfect poem is impossible. Once it had been written, the world would end.
Robert Graves-The Paris Review, "Writers at Work: 4th series," interview with Peter Buckman and William Fifield (1969)