Not all things are blest, but the seeds of all things are blest.

I remember mother saying : Inventors are like poets, a trashy lot

Not all things are blest, but the seeds of all things are blest.

the truth of a poem is its form and its content, its music and its meaning are the same.

Those who speak of our culture as dead or dying have a quarrel with life, and I think they cannot understand its terms, but must endlessly repeat the projection of their own desires.

No one wants to read poetry. You have to make it impossible for them to put the poem down--impossible for them to stop reading it, word after word. You have to keep them from closing the book.

There is also, in any history, the buried, the wasted, and the lost.