Anything looked at closely becomes wonderful.

One can't have it both ways and both ways is the only way I want it.

Is it not careless to become too local when there are four hundred billion stars in our galaxy alone.

Once every five hundred years or so, a summary statement about poetry comes along that we can't imagine ourselves living without

I am grateful for - though I can't keep up with - the flood of articles, theses, and textbooks that mean to share insight concerning the nature of poetry.

The white sun like a moth on a string circles the southpole.

In nature there are few sharp lines