It is a sad fact about our culture that a poet can earn much more money writing or talking about his art than he can by practicing it.

We are lived by powers we pretend to understand.

There has been a vast output of critical studies in contemporary poetry, some of them first rate, but I do not think that , as a rule, a poet should read them.

a culture is no better than its woods

You must go to bed with friends or whores, where money makes up the difference in beauty or desire.

All the rest is silence On the other side of the wall, And the silence ripeness, And the ripeness all.

Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.