Writing poetry is talking to oneself; yet it is a mode of talking to oneself in which the self disappears; and the product's something that, though it may not be for everybody, is about everybody.

Happy in all that ragged, loose collapse of water, the fountain, its effortless descent and flatteries of spray.

I would feel dead if I didn't have the ability periodically to put my world in order with a poem. I think to be inarticulate is a great suffering, and is especially so to anyone who has a certain knack for poetry.

Writing poetry is talking to oneself; yet it is a mode of talking to oneself in which the self disappears; and the product's something that, though it may not be for everybody, is about everybody.

Outside the open window The morning air is all awash with angels.

Odd that a thing is most itself when likened

Whatever pains disease may bring Are but the tangy seasoning To Loves delicious fare.