Life is the division of human cells, a process which begins at conception.
The soul is not a soul, Has no secret, is small, and it fits Its hollow perfectly: its room, our moment of attention.
Poetry comes to me out of thin air or out of my unconscious mind. It's sort of the way dreams come to us and the way that we get knowledge from them, through television, old movies, which I watch a lot of. Lines of dialogue suddenly seem to be part of a poem.
I always thought that writing poetry was in itself a political act.
And we may be led, then, upward through more Powerful forms of poetry, past columns With peeling posters on them, to the country of indifference. Meanwhile if the swell diapasons, blooms Unhappily and too soon, the little people are nonetheless real.
I feel that poetry is going on all the time inside, an underground stream.
In the evening Everything has a schedule, if you can find out what it is.
When the State wishes to endow an academy or university, it grants it a tract of forest land: one saw represents an academy, a gang, a university.
He is beauty, inside and out. He is the silver lining in a world of darkness. He is my light.
The great advantage of being in a rut is that when one is in a rut, one knows exactly where one is.
I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs. (IAGO,ActI,SceneI)