Poetry is the report of a nuance between two moments, when people say, 'Listen!' and 'Did you see it?' 'Did you hear it? What was it?'

It is necessary now and then for a man to go away by himself and experience loneliness; to sit on a rock in the forest and to ask of himself, 'Who am I, and where have I been, and where am I going?'...If one is not careful, one allows diversions to take up one's time-the stuff of life

Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment.

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

Valor is a gift. Those having it never know for sure whether they have it until the test comes.

In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning.

Ordering a man to write a poem is like commanding a pregnant woman to give birth to a red-headed child.