And the lost heart stiffens and rejoices in the lost lilac and the lost sea voices and the weak spirit quickens to rebel for the bent golden-rod and the lost sea smell quickens to recover.

Because I know that time is always time And place is always and only place.

Poets in our civilization, as it exists at present, must be difficult...The poet must become more and more comprehensive, more allusive, more indirect, in order to force, to dislocate if necessary, language into its meaning.

Poetry is a mug's game.

Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair-

Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity.

Gin and drugs, dear lady, gin and drugs.