The universe is a continuous web. Touch it at any point and the whole web quivers.
Be what you are. Give What is yours to give. Have Style. Dare.
Rhythm to me is essentially what Hopkins called the taste of self. I taste myself as rhythm.
You must be careful not to deprive the poem of its wild origin.
Forward my mail to Mars.
I want to write poems that are natural, luminous, deep, spare. I dream of an art so transparent that you can look through and see the world.