Words can do wonderful things. They pound, purr. They can urge, they can wheedle, whip, whine. They can sing, sass, singe. They can churn, check, channelize. They can be a "Hup two three four." They can forge a fiery army of a hundred languid men.

beware the easy griefs / that fool and fuel nothing.

The poetry is myself.

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

The civil rights situation is like a pregnancy. It will get worse, I believe, before it gets better. What the usual pregnancy comes to is a decent baby. That is what we all hope will be the end product of this stress. It is customary, at the end of a pregnancy, to have for your pains a decent baby.

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

at a certain moment in social proceedings, I am on FIRE to leave: I have a leaving-FIT.