Oh, come forth into the storm and rout And be my love in the rain.

If society fits you comfortably enough, you call it freedom.

In heaven we are all ghostwriters, if we write at all.

Poetry is play. I'd even rather have you think of it as a sport. For instance, like football.

Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these She a window flower And he a winter breeze.

I don't like to see things on purpose. I like them to soak in. A friend . . . asked me to go to the top of the Empire State Building once, and I told him that he shouldn't treat New York as a sight-it's feeling, an emotional experience. And the same with every place else.

Do you know, Considering the market, there are more Poems produced than any other thing? No wonder poets sometimes have to seem So much more businesslike than businessmen. Their wares are so much harder to get rid of.