The pleasure we feel, reading a poem, is our assurance of its integrity.

When we put words together - adjective with noun, noun with verb, verb with object - we start to talk to each other.

Baseball, because of its continuity over the space of America and the time of America, is a place where memory gathers.

I wish you were that birch rising from the clump behind you, and I the gray oak alongside.

Joe DiMaggio batting sometimes gave the impression, the suggestion that the old rules and dimensions of baseball no longer applied to him, and that the game had at last grown unfairly easy.

We made in those days tiny identical rooms inside our bodies which the men who uncover our graves will find in a thousand years shining and whole.

If work is no antidote to death, nor a denial of it, death is a powerful stimulus to work. Get done what you can.