There is a music for lonely hearts nearly always. If the music dies down there is a silence. Almost the same as the movement of music. To know silence perfectly is to know music.

Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.

I decided I would go to Chicago and try my luck as a writer after those eight months as a fireman.

Hope is an echo, hope ties itself yonder, yonder.

When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on.

Poetry is a sequence of dots and dashes, spelling depths, crypts, cross-lights, and moon wisps.

By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.