Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big joke on me.
If the writer does not cry, the reader does not cry.
All there is to writing is having ideas. To learn to write is to learn to have ideas.
Here are your waters and your watering place. Drink and be whole again beyond confusion.
Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. . . . Read it a hundred times; it will forever keep its freshness as a metal keeps its fragrance. It can never lose its sense of a meaning that once unfolded by surprise as it went.
What you want, what you're hanging around in the world waiting for, is for something to occur to you.