The nearest friends can go With anyone to death, comes so far short They might as well not try to go at all.

That day she put our heads together, Fate had her imagination about her, Your head so much concerned with outer, Mine with inner, weather.

It is absurd to think that the only way to tell if a poem is lasting is to wait and see if it lasts. The right reader of a good poem can tell the moment it strikes him that he has taken an immortal wound-that he will never get over it.

To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.

Families break up when they get hints you don't intend and miss hints that you do.

Americans are like a rich father who wishes he knew how to give his son the hardships that made him rich.

The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom... in a clarification of life - not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion.