The scholars and poets of an earlier time can be read only with a dictionary to help..

Lips half-willing in a doorway. Lips half-singing at a window. Eyes half-dreaming in the walls. Feet half-dancing in a kitchen. Even the clocks half-….

Hope is an echo, hope ties itself yonder, yonder..

Tell him solitude is creative if he is strong and the final decisions are made in silent rooms. Tell him to be different from other people if it come….

I am! I have come through! I belong!.

Whenever a people or an institution forget its hard beginnings, it is beginning to decay..

Poetry is the harnessing of the paradox of earth cradling life and then entombing it..

The sea is always the same: and yet the sea always changes..

In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning..

I remember the Chillicothe ballplayers grappling the Long Island ball players in a sixteen-inning game ended by darkness. And the shoulders of the Ch….

Look out how you use proud words. When you let proud words go, it is not easy to call them back. They wear long boots, hard boots; they walk off prou….

My first stringed instrument was a cigar box banjo where I cut and turned the pegs and strung the wires myself..

It is necessary ... for a man to go away by himself ... to sit on a rock ... and ask, 'Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?.

In the night the cabbages catch at the moon, the leaves drip silver, the rows of cabbages are a series of little silver waterfalls in the moon..

Under the harvest moon, When the soft silver Drips shimmering Over the garden nights, Death, the gray mocker, Comes and whispers to you As a be….

Corn wind in the fall, come off the black lands, come off the whisper of the silk hangers, the lap of the flat spear leaves..

a women is like a tea bag.it's only when she is in hot water that you realize how strong she is..

To those who had ordered them to death, one of them said: “We die because the people are asleep and you will die because the people will awaken.”.

Poetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night..

Poetry is an art practiced with the terribly plastic material of human language..

There is a formal poetry perfect only in form?the number of syllables, the designated and required stresses of accent, the rhymes if wantedthey come ….