It's a well-known fact: in order to follow doctor's orders, you have to be healthy as a horse.

Each of us has a very rich nature and can look at things objectively, from a distance, and at the same time can have something more personal to say about them. I am trying to look at the world, and at myself, from many different points of view. I think many poets have this duality.

All is mine but nothing owned, nothing owned for memory, and mine only while I look.

I have sympathy for young people, for their growing pains, but I balk when these growing pains are pushed into the foreground, when you make these young people the only vehicles of lifes wisdom.

It's just not easy to explain to someone else what you don't understand yourself.

All the best have something in common, a regard for reality, an agreement to its primacy over the imagination. Even the richest, most surprising and wild imagination is not as rich, wild and surprising as reality. The task of the poet is to pick singular threads from this dense, colorful fabric.

Though I may deny poets their monopoly on inspiration, I still place them in a select group of Fortune's darlings.