Most poets who have little or nothing to say are concerned primarily with the way in which they say it ... if it is true that the style of a poem and the poem itself are one, ... it may be ... that the poets who have little or nothing to say are, or will be, the poets that matter.

Make the visible a little hard to see.

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

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

We say God and the imagination are one... How high that highest candle lights the dark.

The purpose of poetry is to make life complete in itself.

How has the human spirit ever survived the terrific literature with which it has had to contend?