C. Day Lewis quotes:

Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.

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.

No good poem, however confessional it may be, is just a self-expression. Who on earth would claim that the pearl expresses the oyster?