Ordering a man to write a poem is like commanding a pregnant woman to give birth to a red-headed child.

Poetry is an art practiced with the terribly plastic material of human language.

What if someone gave a war & Nobody came? / Life would ring the bells of Ecstasy and Forever be Itself again.

There have been as many varieties of socialists as there are wild birds that fly in the woods and sometimes go up and on through the clouds.

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

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work- I am the grass; I cover all. And pile them high at Gettysburg. And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun. Shovel them under and let me work. Two years, ten years,and passengers ask the conductor- What place is this? Where are we now? I am the grass. Let me work.

Time is the coin of your life. You spend it. Do not allow others to spend it for you.