“Howl” by Allen Ginsberg
“Persimmons” by Li-Young Lee
“Black Snake” by Mary Oliver
For me the initial delight is in the surprise of remembering something I didn’t know I already knew.
A work of art is never completed, merely abandoned.
The art of running the mile consists, in essence, of reaching the threshold of consciousness at the instant of breasting the tape.
Poetry begins where certitude ends.
I like restraint—if doesn’t go too far.
Let’s play two.
In the midst of our happiness we were very pleased.
How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
There is only one plot: Things are not what they seem.
Keep your eye clear and hit ’em where they ain’t.
Poetry is a dream dreamed in the presence of reason.
The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.
Writing is easy. All you have to do is cross out the wrong words.