For me the initial delight is in the surprise of remembering something I didn’t know I already knew.
How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
Keep your eye clear and hit ’em where they ain’t.
The art of running the mile consists, in essence, of reaching the threshold of consciousness at the instant of breasting the tape.
I like restraint—if doesn’t go too far.
In the midst of our happiness we were very pleased.
There is only one plot: Things are not what they seem.
Let’s play two.
Poetry begins where certitude ends.
Poetry is a dream dreamed in the presence of reason.
The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.
A work of art is never completed, merely abandoned.
Writing is easy. All you have to do is cross out the wrong words.
Poetry Writing
Contemporary American Poetry
Modern World Poets in Translation
Modern British Poetry
Modern and Contemporary American Literature
Contemporary American Poets of Color
Modern Literatures Since 1853