beauty’ is related not to ‘loveliness’ but to a state in which reality plays a part.

For the beginning is assuredly the end- since we know nothing, pure and simple, beyond our own complexities.

A poem is a small machine made out of words.

The instant trivial as it is is all we have unless-unless things the imagination feeds upon, the scent of the rose, startle us anew.

I think all writing is a disease. You can't stop it.

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.

It is difficult to get the news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.