For the listener, who listens in the snow, / And, nothing himself, beholds / Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

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.

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

New York is a field of tireless and antagonistic interests undoubtedly fascinating but horribly unreal. Everybody is looking at everybody else a foolish crowd walking on mirrors.

Poetry is the scholar's art.

All the great things have been denied and we live in an intricacy of new and local mythologies, political, economic, poetic, which are asserted with an ever-enlarging incoherence.

God is gracious to some very peculiar people.