After the sunset on the prairie, there are only the stars
Never will a time come when the most marvelous recent invention is as marvelous as a newborn child.
The scholars and poets of an earlier time can be read only with a dictionary to help.
By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
I have written some poetry that I don't understand myself.