A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself. – E.M. Forster, Two Cheers for Democracy, 1951
I started off in England and very few people knew I was Australian. I mean, the clues were in the poems, but they didnt read them very carefully, and so for years and years I was considered completely part of the English poetry scene. – Peter Porter
Supreme serenity still remains the Ideal of great Art. The shapes and transitory forms of life are but stages toward this Ideal, which Christs religion illuminates with His divine light. – Franz Liszt
