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

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

Atlantis will rise again.

You don't help people in your poems. I've been trying to help people all my life - that's my trouble

I defer to all these other American poets who, for some reason, I both envy and admire.

I was playing catch with the European audience.

You can read everybody. It's not even interesting to tell the truth because to some extent it's false.