Poetry is a tracing of the trajectories of a finite sound to the infinite points of its echoes.

Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.

Often I look back and see that I had been many kinds of a fool-and that I had been happy in being this or that kind of fool.

I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep.

The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.

Poetry is statement of a series of equations, with numbers and symbols changing like the changes of mirrors, pools, skies, the only never-changing sign being the sign of infinity.

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