Poetry is the establishment of a metaphorical link between white butterfly-wings and the scraps of torn-up love-letters.

If I added to their pride of America, I am happy.

And those who say, "I'll try anything once," often try nothing twice, three times, arriving late at the gate of dreams worth dying for.

Gather the stars if you wish it so Gather the songs and keep them. Gather the faces of women. Gather for keeping years and years. And then... Loosen your hands, let go and say good-bye. Let the stars and songs go. Let the faces and years go. Loosen your hands and say good-bye.

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

Revolt and terror pay a price. Order and law have a cost.

There is a warning love sends and the cost of it is never written till long afterward.