If [America] forgets where she came from, if the people lose sight of what brought them along, if she listens to the deniers and mockers, then will begin the rot and dissolution.

I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.

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

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

I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of her age with ambiguity until, perhaps, she passes into the realm of over ninety. Then it is better she be candid with herself and with the world.

Poetry is the harnessing of the paradox of earth cradling life and then entombing it.

What if they gave a war and nobody came?