Poetry is what is lost in translation. It is also what is lost in interpretation.

Nearly everybody is looking for something brave to do. I don't know why people shouldn't write poetry. That's brave.

For dear me, why abandon a belief Merely because it ceases to be true

I came from a very intellectual neighborhood. When we played cowboys and Indians as kids, I had to be Gandhi.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud And goes down burning into the gulf below, No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud At what has happened. Birds, at least must know It is the change to darkness in the sky. Murmuring something quiet in her breast, One bird begins to close a faded eye; Or overtaken too far from his nest, Hurrying low above the grove, some waif Swoops just in time to his remembered tree. At most he thinks or twitters softly, 'Safe! Now let the night be dark for all of me. Let the night be too dark for me to see Into the future. Let what will be, be.

As it is more blessed to receive, so it must be more blessed to receive than to give back.