There's something to be said in favor of working in isolation in the real world.

Anything looked at closely becomes wonderful.

Only silence perfects silence.

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.

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.

If a poem is each time new, then it is necessarily an act of discovery, a chance taken, a chance that may lead to fulfillment or disaster