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

Every blunder behind us is giving a cheer for us, and only for those who were willing to fail are the dangers and splendors of life.

And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers. Go running back to dust and mist.

I wrote poems in my corner of the Brooks Street station. I sent them to two editors who rejected them right off. I read those letters of rejection years later and I agreed with those editors.

a women is like a tea bag.it's only when she is in hot water that you realize how strong she is.

Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits.

The greatest certainty in life is death. The greatest uncertainty is the time.