There is a wolf in me... - I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

Poetry is a theorem of a yellow-silk handkerchief knotted with riddles, sealed in a balloon tied to the tail of a kite flying in a white wind against a blue sky in spring.

Yesterday is done. Tomorrow never comes. Today is here. If you don't know what to do, sit still and listen. You may hear something. Nobody knows.

My room for books and study or for sitting and thinking about nothing in particular to see what would happen was at the end of a hall.

Poetry is a dance music measuring buck-and-wing follies along with the gravest and stateliest dead-marches.

After the sunset on the prairie, there are only the stars

Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment.