“Scientist alone is true poet.”
“I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber,poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys. I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops?What price bananas? Are you my Angel?”
“Scientist alone is true poet he gives us the moon”
“Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere is holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman's an angel!”
“The madman bum and angel beat in time with the absolute heart of the poem butchered out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years”
“I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?”