Now is the time. It is never too late to start something.

Look out how you use proud words. When you let proud words go, it is not easy to call them back. They wear long boots, hard boots; they walk off proud; they can't hear you calling. Look out how you use proud words.

By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.

Poetry is a section of river-fog and moving boat-lights, delivered between bridges and whistles, so one says, 'Oh!' and another, 'How?'

And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers. Go running back to dust and mist.

The machine yes the machine never wastes anybody's time never watches the foreman never talks back.

Lips half-willing in a doorway. Lips half-singing at a window. Eyes half-dreaming in the walls. Feet half-dancing in a kitchen. Even the clocks half-yawn the hours And the farmers make half-answers.