Love is unworldly and nothing comes of it but love.

The beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of angels.

The American idiom has much to offer us that the English language has never heard of

Sometimes I find myself thinking, rather wistfully, about Lao Tzu's famous dictum: 'Govern a great nation as you would cook a small fish.' All around me I see something very different, let us say - a number of angry dwarfs trying to grill a whale.

By listening to his language of his locality the poet begins to learn his craft. It is his function to lift, by use of imagination and the language he hears, the material conditions and appearances of his environment to the sphere of the intelligence where they will have new currency.

Sorrow is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire that closes round me this year.