When I see birches bend to left and right ( Read more... )

Style is... the mind skating circles around itself as it moves forward.

Speaking of contraries, see how the brook ( Read more... )

Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.

Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down.

I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering.

A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.

"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness."

"The best way out is always through."

I used to like “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.”
I liked the coming darkness,
The jingle of harness bells,
Breaking-and adding to-the stillness,
The gentle drift of the snow...

But today, the teacher told us what everything stood for.
The woods, the horse, the miles to go, the sleep-
They all have “hidden meanings.”

It’s grown so ( Read more... )