We must endure our thoughts all night, until the bright obvious stands motionless in the cold.
All poetry is experimental poetry.
Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.
It is never the thing but the version of the thing.
Life is an affair of people not of places. But for me, life is an affair of places and that is the trouble.
To a large extent, the problems of poets are the problems of painters, and poets must often turn to the literature of painting for a discussion of their own problems.