14 Quotes by Geoffrey Hill

Snooki is a bestselling author? Huh? What? I don't know if I should dumb down my book, shoot myself or find a publisher who'll settle for a rough draft written on a Pop-Tart and a coconut lotion handie..

Who now would thrust enquiry on / Beyond necessity of desire?

The risen Christ! Once morefaith is upon us, a jubilant brief keeningwith respite:Obedience, bitter joy,the elements, clouds,winds, louvres where the bellmakes its wild mouths:Holy Rus – into the rain’shorizons, peacock-dyed tail feathers of storm,so it goes on.

Recall the coldOf Towton on Palm Sunday before dawn,Wakefield, Tewkesbury : fastidious trumpetsShrilling into the ruck ; some trampledAcres, parched, sodden or blanched by sleet,Stuck with strange-postured dead. Recall the wind'sFlurrying, darkness over the human mire.

Finally coming to terms with Fathers Day. I blow as a Dad. I get it. No, I'm not an evil, abusive Father, it's just that while all my intentions and thoughts have been out of love for my kids, my actions and behaviour never measured up.

September fattens on vines. Roses flake from the wall. The smoke of harmless fires drifts to my eyes. This is plenty. This is more than enough.

Thus I grind to conclusion.

If we meet each other in hell, it’s not hell.

Public toilets have a duty to be accessible, poetry does not.