Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable.

Calling it off comes easy enough if you haven't told the girl you are smitten with her.

There are some people who can receive a truth by no other way than to have their understanding shocked and insulted.

Poetry is a sequence of dots and dashes, spelling depths, crypts, cross-lights, and moon wisps.

Hope is an echo, hope ties itself yonder, yonder.

We don't have to think up a title till we get the doggone book written.

Poetry is a mock of a cry at finding a million dollars and a mock of a laugh at losing it.