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

Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration.

I have written some poetry that I don't understand myself.

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

Back of every mistaken venture and defeat is the laughter of wisdom, if you listen.

Rest is not a word of free people. Rest is a monarchical word.

There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud.