A poem is a small machine made of words. . .Its movement is intrinsic, undulant, a physical more than a literary character.

Everyone in this life is defeated but a man, if he be a man, is not defeated.

THE THOUGHTFUL LOVER Deny yourself all half things. Have it or leave it. But it will keep—or it is not worth the having. Never start anything you can't finish— However do not lose faith because you are starved! She loves you she says. Believe it —tomorrow. But today the particulars of poetry that difficult art require your whole attention.

No ideas but in things.

History must stay open, it is all humanity.

Shoes twisted into incredible lilies.

Death will be too late to bring us aid.