Occupation: Poet Birth: December 10, 1925 Death: October 9, 2014
A poet, to whom no one cruel or imposing listens, Disdained by senates, whispers to your dust..
We live in wonder, blaze in a cycle of passion and apprehension..
You cannot meet someone for a moment, or even cast eyes on someone in the street, without changing. That is my subject..
I happen to believe that there are a lot of good poets around at present, but a poet like Alex Kuo, who possesses a highly developed moral sense and ….
You write for the people in high school who ignored you. We all do..
What is so marvelous about living today is that it is possible to extend, like a flower, spreading petals in all directions..
She tended to be impatient with that sort of intellectual who, for all his brilliance, has never been able to arrive at the simple conclusion that to….
Our masks, always in peril of smearing or cracking, in need of continuous check in the mirror or silverware, keep us in thrall to ourselves, concerne….
Poems, to me, do not come from ideas, they come from a series of images that you tuck away in the back of your brain. Little photographic snapshots. ….
In some ways painters have been more important in my life than writers. Painters teach you how to see—a faculty that usually isn’t highly developed i….
Poets are interested mostly in death and commas..
He said, "You have pigs in this poem; pigs are not poetic." I got up and walked out of that class and never went back..