You remember some bedrooms you have slept in. There are bedrooms you like to remember and others you would like to forget.

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

One of the greatest necessities in America is to discover creative solitude.

I have often wondered what it is an old building can do to you when you happen to know a little about things that went on long ago in that building.

Poetry is a theorem of a yellow-silk handkerchief knotted with riddles, sealed in a balloon tied to the tail of a kite flying in a white wind against a blue sky in spring.

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

There is a warning love sends and the cost of it is never written till long afterward.