Poetry is a peerless proficiency of the imagination.
In a poem the excitement has to maintain itself. I am governed by the pull of the sentence as the pull of a fabric is governed by gravity.
Revision is its own reward.
There never was a war that was not inward.
Yule—Yul log for the Christmas-fire tale-spinner—of fairy tales that can come true: Yul Brynner.
My father used to say, "Superior people never make long visits, have to be shown Longfellows grave, or the glass flowers at Harvard."