Poets, come out of your closets, Open your windows, open your doors, You have been holed up too long in your closed worlds... Poetry should transport the public/to higher places/than other wheels can carry it.

When you're young, everything seems like a romance. At 96, I can still feel romantic about publishing young unknown writers.

Constantly risking absurdity and death whenever he performs above the heads of his audience, the poet, like an acrobat, climbs on rhyme to a high wire of his own making.

I once started out to walk around the world but ended up in Brooklyn, that Bridge was too much for me.

I am awaiting perpetually and forever a renaissance of wonder

Don't bow down to critics who have not themselves written great masterpieces.

The future of publishing lies with the small and medium-sized presses, because the big publishers in New York are all part of huge conglomerates.