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

I must stress here the point that I appreciate clarity, order, meaning, structure, rationality: they are necessary to whatever provisional stability we have, and they can be the agents of gradual and successful change.

Things go away to return, brightened for the passage

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

It's not a love of poetry readings that attracts those who do come to them but theater.

I take the walk to be the externalization of an interior seeking so that the analogy is first of all between the external and the internal.

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