Poets are interested mostly in death and commas.

You write for the people in high school who ignored you. We all do.

Poets are interested mostly in death and commas.

He said, "You have pigs in this poem; pigs are not poetic." I got up and walked out of that class and never went back.

We live in wonder, blaze in a cycle of passion and apprehension.

She tended to be impatient with that sort of intellectual who, for all his brilliance, has never been able to arrive at the simple conclusion that to be reasonably happy you have to be reasonably good.

Poems, to me, do not come from ideas, they come from a series of images that you tuck away in the back of your brain. Little photographic snapshots. Then you get the major vision of the poem, which is like a giant magnet to which all these disparate little impressions fly and adhere, and there is the poem!