Alike and ever alike, we are on all continents in the need of love, food, clothing, work, speech, worship, sleep, games, dancing, fun. From tropics to arctics humanity live with these needs so alike, so inexorably alike.

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.

My first stringed instrument was a cigar box banjo where I cut and turned the pegs and strung the wires myself.

We don't have to think up a title till we get the doggone book written.

There is an eagle in me that wants to soar.

I wrote poems in my corner of the Brooks Street station. I sent them to two editors who rejected them right off. I read those letters of rejection years later and I agreed with those editors.

Poetry is a puppet-show, where riders of skyrockets and divers of sea fathoms gossip about the sixth sense and the fourth dimension.