61 Quotes by William Collins

But all they want to doIs tie the poem to a chair with ropeAnd torture a confession out of it.They begin beating it with a hoseTo find out what it really means.

But all they want to do Is tie the poem to a chair with rope And torture a confession out of it. They begin beating it with a hose To find out what it really means.

If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, / May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear.

Here's to the wind blowing against this lighted houseand to the vast, windless spaces between the stars.

Here's to the wind blowing against this lighted house and to the vast, windless spaces between the stars.

My pen moves along the pagelike the snout of a strange animalshaped like a human armand dressed in the sleeve of a loose green sweater.

My pen moves along the page like the snout of a strange animal shaped like a human arm and dressed in the sleeve of a loose green sweater.

When words are put together in fresh ways there is a pleasure-giving quality in language, which brings a release of endorphins.

There are many that I miss,having sent my last one out a car windowsparking along the road one night, years ago.