3 December 2020 John Ciardi Love is the word used to label the sexual excitement of the young, the habituation of the middle-aged, and the mutual dependence of the old.
3 December 2020 John Ciardi Every parent is at some time the father of the unreturned prodigal, with nothing to do but keep his house open to hope.
3 December 2020 John Ciardi It is easy enough to praise men for the courage of their convictions. I wish I could teach the sad young of this mealy generation the courage of their confusions.
3 December 2020 John Ciardi Intelligence recognizes what has happened. Genius recognizes what will happen.
3 December 2020 John Ciardi A good question is never answered. It is not a bolt to be tightened into place but a seed to be planted and to bear more seed toward the hope of greening the landscape of idea.
3 December 2020 John Ciardi Modern art is what happens when painters stop looking at girls and persuade themselves that they have a better idea.
3 December 2020 John Ciardi What has any poet to trust more than the feel of the thing? Theory concerns him only until he picks up his pen, and it begins to concern him again as soon as he lays it down.
3 December 2020 John Ciardi You don’t have to suffer to be a poet adolescence is enough suffering for anyone.
