What are days for? Days are where we live..

Poetry should begin with emotion in the poet, and end with the same emotion in the reader. The poem is simply the instrument of transferance..

As a guiding principle I believe that every poem must be its own sole freshly created universe, and therefore have no belief n 'tradition' or a commo….

Here is an unfenced existance.

Here silence stands Like heat. Here leaves unnoticed thicken, Hidden weeds flower, neglected waters quicken, Luminously-peopled air ascends; And past….

I have wished you something None of the others would..

A good meal can somewhat repair / The eatings of slight love.

Death: the anaesthetic from which none come round..

What will survive of us is love..

Poetry is an affair of sanity, of seeing things as they are..

Sex means nothing--just the moment of ecstasy, that flares and dies in minutes..

You have to distinguish between things that seemed odd when they were new but are now quite familiar, such as Ibsen and Wagner, and things that seeme….

So many things I had thought forgotten Return to my mind with stranger pain: Like letters that arrive addressed to someone Who left the house so many….

How little our careers express what lies in us, and yet how much time they take up. It's sad, really..

I have no enemies. But my friends don't like me..

You can't put off being young until you retire..

Life is first boredom, then fear. Whether or not we use it, it goes, And leaves what something hidden from us chose, And age, and then the only end o….

The poetic impulse is distinct from ideas about things or feelings about things, though it may use these. It's more like a desire to separate a piece….

I feel the only thing you can do about life is to preserve it, by art if you're an artist, by children if you're not..

Life is first boredom, then fear..

Boys dream of native girls who bring breadfruit, Whatever they are..