Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.

Think not forever of yourselves, O Chiefs, nor of your own generation. Think of continuing generations of our families, think of our grandchildren and of those yet unborn, whose faces are coming from beneath the ground.

A prose that is altogether alive demands something of the reader that the ordinary novel reader is not prepared to give.

Honest criticism and sensitive appreciation are directed not upon the poet but upon the poetry.

Signs are taken for wonders. / 'We would see a sign!' / The word within a word, unable to speak a word, / Swaddled with darkness.

After such knowledge, what forgiveness?

time past and time future what might have been and what has been point to one end, which is always present.