What else have I done nearly all my life than go hungry and go on singing?
Poetry is the harnessing of the paradox of earth cradling life and then entombing it.
Money buys everything except love, personality, freedom, immortality, silence, peace.
Always the path of American destiny has been into the unknown. Always there arose enough reserves of strength, balances of sanity, portions of wisdom to carry the nation through to a fresh start with ever-renewing vitality.
Time is the coin of our live. We must take care how we spend it.
Poetry is a projection across silence of cadences arranged to break that silence with definite intentions of echoes, syllables, wave lengths.