The test is always how we treat the poor.
Poets are like baseball pitchers. Both have their moments. The intervals are the tough things.
I'm always saying something that's just the edge of something more.
Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.
Don't ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up.
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.