Oh, give us pleasure in the orch-ard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night.

Poetry is the renewal of words, setting them free, and that's what a poet is doing: loosening the words.

Men work together, whether they work together or apart.

What are we? Young or new? We must be something.

I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering.

Unless you are educated in metaphor, you are not safe to be let loose in the world.

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.