For I have had too much Of apple-picking:I am overtired Of the great harvest I myself desired.
Poetry is a reaching out forward expression, an effort to find fulfillment
Poets are like baseball pitchers. Both have their moments. The intervals are the tough things.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader.
The sidelong glance is what you depend on.