Poetry, which is written while no one is looking, is meant to be looked at for all time.
Kenneth KochI got married, other people went off. We had sort of another public-we were our entire readership for many years, and we were very excited by each other.
Kenneth KochThis rose became a bandanna, which became a house, which became infused with all passion, which became a hideaway, which became yes I would like to have dinner, which became hands, which became lands, shores, beaches, natives on the stones, staring and wild beasts in the trees, chasing the hats of lost hunters, and all this deserves a tone.
Kenneth Koch