The measured blood beats out the year's delay.

I'll lie here and learn How, over their ground, Trees make a long shadow And a light sound.

The fact, and the intuition or logic about the fact, are severe coordinates in fiction. In the short story they must cross with hair-line precision.

The intellectual is a middle-class product; if he is not born into the class he must soon insert himself into it, in order to exist. He is the fine nervous flower of the bourgeoisie.

Your work is carved out of agony as a statue is carved out of marble.

Poetry is often generations in advance of the thought of its time.

Women have no wilderness in them They are provident instead Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts To eat dusty bread.