10 Quotes by Hayden Carruth

I like that name, that game too, though utterly valueless, the animal in usjust sufficiently domesticated, our venomous American aggressiveness confined to balls and bats.

Beauty was worthIts every sorrow, mind's fading or World's ending,As darkness covered the garden that is the earth.

For your love given ask no return, none. To love you must love to love.

Languagenot urged and crammed with loveis nothing, while that which is is everything.

many paths in the forest have chosen me. I go on any.

My poems, I think, exist in a state of tension between the love of natural beauty and the fear of natural meaninglessness or absurdity.

Now I am almost entirely love.

A poem is not an expression, nor is it an object. Yet it somewhat partakes of both. What a poem is is never to be known, for which I have learned to be grateful.

The eye has knowledge the mind cannot share.