A way of using words to say things which could not possibly be said in any other way, things which in a sense do not exist till they are born … in poetry. - Cecil Day-Lewis
And yet this self, containsTides, continents and stars―a myriad selves,Is small and solitary as one grass-bladePassed over by the windAmongst a myriad grasses on the prairie. - Cecil Day-Lewis
First, I do not sit down at my desk to put into verse something that is already clear in my mind. If it were clear in my mind, I should have no incentive or need to write about it. We do not write in order to be understood; we write in order to understand. - Cecil Day-Lewis