Poetry is life distilled.

When I start writing a poem, I don't think about models or about what anybody else in the world has done.

Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies. And be it gash or gold it will not come again in this identical guise.

What shall I give my children? who are poor, / Who are adjudged the leastwise of the land...

It is brave to be involved

Art hurts. Art urges voyages - and it is easier to stay at home.

One reason cats are happier than people is that they have no newspapers.