He leans over and kisses me. And suddenly, my life splits in two: before and after.
Who wants to put together something that will bear some relationship to the vision or memory or experience or story or idea or dream or whatever.
So I did quit coffee and I did quit smoking. But I haven't managed that with drinking!
It might be a bad thing, not to know what's going on in the world. I can't say I really approve of it.
I was a late bloomer. But anyone who blooms at all, ever, is very lucky.
Poets are like steam valves, where the ordinary feelings of ordinary people can escape and be shown.
. . to a poet, the human community is like the community of birds to a bird, singing to each other. Love is one of the reasons we are singing to one another, love of language itself, love of sound, love of singing itself, and love of the other birds.
Hang him, swaggering rascal!
I am not a painter. I am a poet. Why? I think I would rather be a painter, but I am not.
In certain almost supernatural states of the soul, the profundity of life reveals itself entirely in the spectacle, however ordinary it may be, before one's eyes. It becomes its symbol.
Fame and fortune should never get in front of your passion. The passion will generate the fame and fortune, if you're good enough.