A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.
I know noble accents And lucid, inescapable rhythms; But I know, too, That the blackbird is involved In what I know.
Money is a kind of poetry.
The exceeding brightness of this early sun Makes me conceive how dark I have become.
It is the belief and not the god that counts.
An old argument with me is that the true religious force in the world is not the church, but the world itself: the mysterious callings of Nature and our responses.