All the unhurried day / Your mind lay open like a drawer of knives.
Originality is being different from oneself, not others.
It is fatal to decide, intellectually, what good poetry is because you are then in honour bound to try to write it, instead of the poems that only you can write.
Everyone should be forcibly transplanted to another continent from their family at the age of three.
Depression is to me as daffodils were to Wordsworth.
Here is an unfenced existance