The reading of a poem should be an experience. Its writing must be all the more so.

A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have.

Imagination...is the irrepressible revolutionist.

Life is an affair of people not of places. But for me, life is an affair of places and that is the trouble.

The imagination is the liberty of the mind It is intrpeid and eager and the extreme of its achievement lies in abstraction.

One must have a mind of winter to regard the frost and the boughs of the pine trees, crusted with snow, And have been cold a long time, to behold the junipers, shagged with ice, the spruces, rough in the distant glitter of the January sun, and not to think of any misery in the sound of the wind, in the sound of a few leaves, which is the sound of the land, full of the same wind, blowing in the same bare place for the listener, who listens in the snow, and, nothing herself, beholds nothing that is not there, and the nothing that is.

We have been a little insane about the truth. We have had an obsession.