Occupation: Poet Birth: August 9, 1922 Death: December 2, 1985
This is the first thing I have understood: Time is the echo of an axe within a wood..
Depression hangs over me as if I were Iceland..
I have started to say "A quarter of a century" Or "thirty years back" About my own life..
Uncontradicting solitude Supports me on its giant palm; And like a sea-anemone Or simple snail, there cautiously Unfolds, emerges, what I am..
All the unhurried day / Your mind lay open like a drawer of knives..
A good poem about failure is a success..
Saki says that youth is like hors d'oeuvres: you are so busy thinking of the next courses you don't notice it. When you've had them, you wish you'd h….
And immediately Rather than words comes the thought of high windows: The sun-comprehending glass, And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows Nothin….
... everyone young going down the long slide To happiness, endlessly..
SEX is designed for people who like overcoming obstacles..
I didn't choose poetry: poetry chose me..
The chromatic scale is what you use to give the effect of drinking a quinine martini and having an enema simultaneously..
I listen to money singing, it's like looking down from long French windows at a provincial town. The slums, the canal, the churches ornate and mad in….
It's easy to write when you've nothing to write about (That is, when you are young)..
A writer once said to me, If you ever go to America, go either to the East Coast or the West Coast: The rest is a desert full of bigots. That's what ….
To put one brick upon another, Add a third, and then a fourth, Leaves no time to wonder whether What you do has any worth..
If we seriously contemplate life it appears an agony too great to be supported, but for the most part our minds gloss such things over & until the ic….
The difficult part of love Is being selfish enough..
The breath that sharpens life is life itself..
What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. Theyare to be happy in: Where can we live but days?.
Something, like nothing, happens anywhere..