Only where love and need are one, And the work is play for mortal stakes Is the deed ever truly done For Heaven and the future's sakes

You can be a little ungrammatical if you come from the right part of the country.

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

I end not far from my going forth By picking the faded blue Of the last remaining aster flower To carry again to you.

An idea is a feat of association, and the height of it is a good metaphor.

Unless I'm wrong I but obey The urge of a song: I'm-bound-away! And I may return If dissatisfied With what I learn From having died.

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.