Poetry is a puppet-show, where riders of skyrockets and divers of sea fathoms gossip about the sixth sense and the fourth dimension.
I doubt if you can have a truly wild party without liquor.
Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration.
I have in later years taken to Euclid, Whitehead, Bertrand Russell, in an elemental way.
Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your head.
Poetry is the report of a nuance between two moments, when people say, 'Listen!' and 'Did you see it?' 'Did you hear it? What was it?'