How red the rose that is the soldier
Imagination...is the irrepressible revolutionist.
Poetry is poetry, and one's objective as a poet is to achieve poetry precisely as one's objective in music is to achieve music.
Poetry is the statement of a relation between a man and the world
My tribute to mystical, magical trees that the Cherokee called "standing people. . . ."
Death is the mother of beauty. Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.