Let us honor if we can the vertical man, though we value none but the horizontal one

History is, strictly speaking, the study of questions; the study of answers belongs to anthropology and sociology.

Our claim to our own bodies and our world is our catastrophe.

I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky.

Without communication with the dead, a fully human life is not possible.

The element of craftsmanship in poetry is obscured by the fact that all men are taught to speak and most to read and write, while very few men are taught to draw or paint or write music.

A writer, or at least a poet, is always being asked by people who should know better: “Whom do you write for?” The question is, of course, a silly one, but I can give it a silly answer. Occasionally I come across a book which I feel has been written especially for me and for me only. Like a jealous lover I don’t want anybody else to hear of it. To have a million such readers, unaware of each other’s existence, to be read with passion and never talked about, is the daydream, surely, of every author.