Quotes from Gwen Harwood

Words cannot express as music does, that unsayable grace which cannot be defined. It leaps like light from mind to mind.

Sometimes my poetry is an attempt to keep off existential terror; sometimes it is a grappling with philosophical problems; sometimes just fun.

What's grief but the after-blindness/of the spirit's dazzle of love?

Time has told me less than I need to know.