Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.

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.

When I see birches bend to left and right... I like to think some boy's been swinging them.

I am assured at any rate Man's practically inexterminate. Someday I must go into that. There's always been an Ararat Where someone someone else begat To start the world all over at.

It should be of the pleasure of a poem itself to tell how it can. The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom. The figure is the same for love.

My goal in life is to unite my avocation with my vocation, As my two eyes make one in sight.

I am one who has been acquainted with the night