It should be of the pleasure of a poem itself to tell how it can. The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom. The figure is the same for love.

Don't join too many gangs. Join few if any. Join the United States and join the family- But not much in between unless a college.

There's nothing I'm afraid of like scared people.

A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.

Some spirit to stand simply forth, Heroic in its nakedness, Against the uttermost of earth.

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