Most people read poetry listening for echoes because the echoes are familiar to them. They wade through it the way a boy wades through water, feeling with his toes for the bottom: The echoes are the bottom.

I am what is around me.

Frogs eat Butterflies, Snakes eat Frogs, Hogs eat Snakes, Men eat Hogs.

After one has abandoned a belief in God, poetry is that essence which takes its place as life's redemption.

The poet is the priest of the invisible.

I was myself the compass of that sea: I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw Or heard or felt came not but from myself; And there I found myself more truly and more strange.

in the presence of extraordinary actuality, consciousness takes the place of imagination.