What are men? Children who doubt.

You can't write drunk.

The personal vocabulary, the individual melody whose metre is one's biography, joins in that sound, with any luck, and the body moves like a walking, a waking island.

I too saw the wooden horse blocking the stars.

Americans are not brought up with meter. They're not brought up with poetry. If you try to get them to recite, they're too embarrassed.

The word and the shadow of the word / makes a thing both itself and something else / till we are metaphors and not ourselves . . .

The truth is that the poems are ecstatic.