O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow, Make the day seem to us less brief... Retard the sun with gentle mist; Enchant the land with amethyst.

I am one who has been acquainted with the night

Life is tons of discipline. Your first discipline is your vocabulary; then your grammar and your punctuation Then, in your exuberance and bounding energy you say you're going to add to that. Then you add rhyme and meter. And your delight is in that power.

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

Most of the change we think we see in life is due to truths being in and out of favor.

A poet never takes notes. You never take notes in a love affair.

It's hard to get into this world and hard to get out of it, and what's in between doesn't make much sense.