Most poetry is very formal, but when a modern poet is formal he gets more attention for it than old poets did.
If youth is a defect, it is one we outgrow too soon.
Their monument sticks like a fishbone in the city's throat.
In the end, every hypochondriac is his own prophet.
Poetry is not the record of an event: it is an event.
September twenty-second, Sir, the bough cracks with unpicked apples, and at dawn the small-mouth bass breaks water, gorged with spawn.