Cecil Day-Lewis

"We do not write in order to be understood; we write in order to understand."

- Cecil Day-Lewis

"In June we picked the clover, and sea-shells in July: There was no silence at the door, no word from the sky."

- Cecil Day-Lewis

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

- Cecil Day-Lewis

"The river this November afternoon rests in an equipoise of sun and cloud. A glooming light, a gleaming darkness shroud. Its passage. All seems tranquil, all in tune."

- Cecil Day-Lewis