As life grows more terrible, its literature grows more terrible.

I was the world in which I walked.

At the sight of blackbirds Flying in a green light, Even the bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply.

It's not always easy to tell the difference between thinking and looking out of the window.

In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.

The life of the city never lets you go, nor do you ever want it to.

Poetry is the scholar's art.