The heroes of the present will retreat to the imitation they are anyhow.

I take space to be the central fact to man born in America. I spell it large because it comes large here. Large and without mercy.

Forgive me if I sleep until I wake up.

I don't live for poetry. I live far more than anybody else does.

There are no hierarchies, no infinite, no such many as mass, there are only/ eyes in all heads,/ to be looked out of.

There is a grace of life which is still yours, my dear Europe.

An American is a complex of occasions, themselves a geometry of spatial nature.