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.

An ambition is a little creeper that creeps and creeps in your heart night and day, singing a little song, "Come and find me, come and find me."

All my life I have been trying to learn to read, to see and hear, and to write.

God, let me remember all good losers.

My room for books and study or for sitting and thinking about nothing in particular to see what would happen was at the end of a hall.

Poetry is a dance music measuring buck-and-wing follies along with the gravest and stateliest dead-marches.

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