But I liked Yeats! That wild Irishman. I really loved his love of language, his flow. His chaotic ideas seemed to me just the right thing for a poet. Passion! He was always on the right side. He may be wrongheaded, but his heart was always on the right side. He wrote beautiful poetry.
Surely those who know the great passionate heart of Jehovah must deny their own loves to share in the expression of His.
I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic's heart.
If I showed you what was in my heart," she said, "it would burn you to a cinder. "I've tried to burn you similarly," it said, "but you never even noticed when I opened my chest.
I pray-for fashion's word is out And prayer comes round again- That I may seem, though I die old, A foolish, passionate man.
You have never loved me as I love you--never--never! Yours is not a passionate heart--your heart does not burn in a flame! You are, upon the whole, a sort of fay, or sprite-- not a woman!
If all the earth were paper white / And all the sea were ink / 'Twere not enough for me to write / As my poor heart doth think.
There is only one true aristocracy . . . and that is the aristocracy of passionate souls!
In my conscience, I believe that my heart has been so oft on fire that it is absolutely vitrified.
