The mind-is not the heart. I may yet live, as I know others live, To wish in vain to let go with the mind- Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me That I need learn to let go with the heart.

The difference between a man and his valet: they both smoke the same cigars, but only one pays for them.

No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.

A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

He thought that I was after him for a feather--- The white one in his tail: like one who takes everything said as personal to himself.

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.

Create and stir other people to create.