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

I could define poetry this way: it is that which is lost out of both prose and verse in translation.

I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice.

I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree~ And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

Skepticism, is that anything more than we used to mean when we said, Well, what have we here?

You're always believing ahead of your evidence. What was the evidence I could write a poem? I just believed it. The most creative thing in us is to believe in a thing.

In heaven we are all ghostwriters, if we write at all.