The white sun like a moth on a string circles the southpole.

- A. R. Ammons

What destruction have I been blessed by?

- A. R. Ammons

Is it not careless to become too local when there are four hundred billion stars in our galaxy alone.

- A. R. Ammons

Things go away to return, brightened for the passage

- A. R. Ammons

I have reached no conclusions, have erected no boundaries, shutting out and shutting in, separating inside from outside: I have drawn no lines

- A. R. Ammons

For though we often need to be restored to the small, concrete, limited, and certain, we as often need to be reminded of the large, vague, unlimited,…

- A. R. Ammons

Anything looked at closely becomes wonderful.

- A. R. Ammons

Poetry leads us to the unstructured sources of our beings, to the unknown, and returns us to our rational, structured selves refreshed. Having once e…

- A. R. Ammons

Everything is discursive opinion instead of direct experience.

- A. R. Ammons