I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.

You just wait. I'll sin 'til I blow up!

Whatever talents I possess may suddenly diminish or suddenly increase. I can with ease become an ordinary fool. I may be one now. But it doesn't do to upset one's own vanity.

... an ugly, lovely town ... crawling, sprawling ... by the side of a long and splendid curving shore. This sea-town was my world.

Hands have not tears to flow.

A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone's knowledge of himself and the world around him.

I sang in my chains like the sea