Roy Campbell (poet)

South Africa, renowned both far and wideFor politics and little else beside.

— Roy Campbell (poet)

Translations (like wives) are seldom strictly faithful if they are in the least attractive.

— Roy Campbell (poet)

I love to see, when leaves depart,Save what is pure and will survive.

— Roy Campbell (poet)

Our spirits leaped, hosannas of destruction,Like desert lilies forked with tongues of fire.

— Roy Campbell (poet)

The frost stings sweetly with a burning kissAs intimate as love, as cold as death.

— Roy Campbell (poet)

The timeless, surly patience of the serfAnd ploughs down palaces, and thrones, and towers.

— Roy Campbell (poet)

We shall not meet again: over the waveThe waves, the strides, the feet on which I go?

— Roy Campbell (poet)

With white tails smoking free,And loved to course with tempests through the night.

— Roy Campbell (poet)

Of all the clever people round me hereAnd mine the only face I like to see.

— Roy Campbell (poet)

You praise the firm restraint with which they write –But where's the bloody horse?

— Roy Campbell (poet)