I associate the garden with the whole experience of being alive, and so, there is nothing in the range of human experience that is separate from what the garden can signify in its eagerness and its insistence, and in its driving energy to live -- to grow, to bear fruit.

Certainly the modern poets I cherish most are disturbing spirits; they do not come to coo.

In every house of marriage there's room for an interpreter.

When they shall paint our sockets gray And light us like a stinking fuse, Remember that we once could say, Yesterday we had a world to lose.

An old poet ought never to be caught with his technique showing.

Poetry is the enemy of the poem.

Forward my mail to Mars.