A new world is only a new mind.

My first poem was a bolt from the blue … it broke a spell of disillusion and suicidal despondence. ... it filled me with soul satisfying joy.

You have the chicken, the hen, and the rooster. The chicken goes with the hen So who is having sex with the rooster?

As birds' wings beat the solid air without which none could fly so words freed by the imagination affirm reality by their flight.

The better work men do is always done under stress and at great personal cost.

The Moon, the dried weeds and the Pleiades - Seven feet tall the dark, dried weed stalks make a part of the night a red lace on the milky blue sky

A poem is this:/A nuance of sound/delicately operating/upon a cataract of sense/...the particulars/of a song waking/upon a bed of sound.