You don't help people in your poems. I've been trying to help people all my life - that's my trouble
I'm sorry, but I was born with a towel on my head.
I'm one of the cliches that has grown up.
I sound like Homer. I mean Winslow Homer.
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.
This morning of the small snow I count the blessings, the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time, the drop of the water on water.