For poetry exists to break through to below the level of reason where the angels and monsters that the amenities keep in the cellar may come out to dance, to rove and roar, growling and singing, to bring life back to the enclosed rooms where too often we are only 'living and partly living.

The body is a universe in itself and must be held as sacred as anything in creation....It is dangerous to forget the body as sacramental.

It is sometimes the most fragile things that have the power to endure and become sources of strength.

Revision is not going back and fussing around, but going forward into the process of creation

One must think like a hero to behave like a merely decent human being.

I sometimes think men don't 'hear' very well, if I take your meaning to be 'understand what is going on in a person.' That's what makes them so restful. Women wear each other out with their everlasting touching of the nerve.

Where music thundered let the mind be still, Where the will triumphed let there be no will, What light revealed, now let the dark fulfill.