If youth is a defect, it is one we outgrow too soon.

I want to apologize for plaguing you with so many telephone calls last November and December. When the 'enthusiasm' is coming on me it is accompanied by a feverish reaching out to my friends. After its over I wince and wither.

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

In the end, there is no end.

Talking about the past is like a cat's trying to explain climbing down a ladder.

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

Everywhere, giant finned cars nose forward like fish; a savage servility slides by on grease.