A poem is like a radio that can broadcast continuously for thousands of years.

What if someone gave a war and Nobody came?

I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.

Scientist alone is true poet he gives us the moon he promises the stars he'll make us a new universe if it comes to that.

When you notice something clearly and see it vividly, it then becomes sacred.

The whole blear world of smoke and twisted steel around my head in a railroad car, and my mind wandering past the rust into futurity: I saw the sun go down in a carnal and primeval world, leaving darkness to cover my railroad train because the other side of the world was waiting for dawn.

So I had a choice between going to a jail or going to a bughouse like a nice young middle-class student. So I chose to go to a very polite mental hospital. When I left eight months later, they said, 'You were never psychotic. You were just an average neurotic.'