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.

He is all pine and I am apple orchard. My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. He only says, "Good fences make good neighbors.

I turned to speak to God About the world's despair But to make bad matters worse I found God wasn't there.

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

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

Life is tons of discipline.

I write to find out what I didn't know I knew.