There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can't move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies.

Hell is a half-filled auditorium.

I hope to leave behind a few poems it will be hard to get rid of.

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know what I was walling in or walling out.

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.

Here are your waters and your watering place. Drink and be whole again beyond confusion.

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