Poetry is an exhibit of one pendulum connecting with other and unseen pendulums inside and outside the one seen.

Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by.

The dead hold in their hands only what they have given away.

I doubt if you can have a truly wild party without liquor.

Poetry is an enumeration of birds, bees, babies, butterflies, bugs, bambinos, babayagas, and bipeds, beating their way up bewildering bastions.

I had been keeping an off eye on the advertising field, thinking I might become an idea man and a copywriter.

Whenever a people or an institution forget its hard beginnings, it is beginning to decay.