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.

Precisely because we do not communicate by singing, a song can be out of place but not out of character; it is just as credible that a stupid person should sing beautifully as that a clever person should do so.

Into this neutral air Where blind skyscrapers use Their full height to proclaim The strength of Collective Man, Each language pours its vain Competitive excuse.

The trees encountered on a country stroll Reveal a lot about that country's soul ... A culture is no better than its woods.

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.

God bless the USA, so large, so friendly, and so rich.

We are all here on earth to help others; what on earth the others are here for I don't know.