Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work. I am the grass. I cover all.
Poetry is the capture of a picture, a song, or a flair, in a deliberate prism of words.
Money buys everything except love, personality, freedom, immortality, silence, peace.
Time is a sandpile we run our fingers in.
One of the greatest necessities in America is to discover creative solitude.
All my life I have been trying to learn to read, to see and hear, and to write.