That text is known to them that have the patience to read it, possibly one one-hundredth of one percent of the denizens. They forget it, all save a few Western states. I think somebody in Dakota once read it. The Constitution.

If a man isn't willing to take some risk for his opinions, either his opinions are no good or he's no good.

Colloquial poetry is to the real art as the barber's wax dummy is to sculpture.

It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse.

Poetry is a very complex art.... It is an art of pure sound bound in through an art of arbitrary and conventional symbols.

'Tis not need we know our every thought Or see the work shop where each mask is wrought Wherefrom we view the world of box and pit, Careless of wear, just so the mask shall fit And serve our jape's turn for a night or two.

The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet black bough.