Everything possessed the power to transform itself, or else, and what meant more, to be transformed.
Imagination is the will of things. . . .
In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.
Make the visible a little hard to see.
Poetry is the scholar's art.
New York is a field of tireless and antagonistic interests undoubtedly fascinating but horribly unreal. Everybody is looking at everybody else a foolish crowd walking on mirrors.