I never deny poems when they come; whatever I am doing, whatever I am writing, I lay it aside and attend to the arriving poem..

Can you see through the night, woman, that you stare so upon it? Man, what sparks do your eyes follow in the smouldering darkness?.

In my stiff, brocaded gown. With my powdered hair and jeweled fan, I too am a rare Pattern..

Guarded within the old red wall's embrace, Marshalled like soldiers in gay company, The tulips stand arrayed. Here infantry Wheels out into the sunli….

When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum..

Witches are moon-birds, Witches are the women of the false, beautiful moon..

Polyphonic prose is a kind of free verse, except that it is still freer. Polyphonic makes full use of cadence, rime, alliteration, assonance..

To-night when the full-bellied moon swallows the stars. Grant that I know..

Happiness, to some, is elation; to others it is mere stagnation..

To understand Vers libre, one must abandon all desire to find in it the even rhythm of metrical feet. One must allow the lines to flow as they will w….

Everything mortal has moments immortal.

Now you are come! You tremble like a star Poised where, behind earth's rim, the sun has set. Your voice has sung across my heart, but numb And mute, ….

So with the stretch of the white road before me, Shining snow crystals rainbowed by the sun, Fields that are white, stained with long, cool, blue s….

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it..

When trying to explain anything, I usually find that the Bible, that great collection of magnificent and varied poetry, has said it before in the bes….

Don’t ask a writer what he’s working on. It’s like asking someone with cancer on the progress of his disease..

Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in dream, They float past our view, We only watch their glad,….

My! ain't men blinder'n moles?.

A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men..

Brighter than fireflies upon the Uji River are your words in the dark, Beloved..

You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow..