Most poetry is very formal, but when a modern poet is formal he gets more attention for it than old poets did.

Sometimes nothing is so solid to me as writing - I suppose that's what a vocation means - at times a torment, a bad conscience, but all in all, purpose and direction.

September twenty-second, Sir, the bough cracks with unpicked apples, and at dawn the small-mouth bass breaks water, gorged with spawn.

Most poetry is very formal, but when a modern poet is formal he gets more attention for it than old poets did.

In the end, every hypochondriac is his own prophet.

We feel the machine slipping from our hands As if someone else were steering; If we see light at the end of the tunnel, It's the light of the oncoming train.

In the end, there is no end.