“Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.”
“Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it runs by.”
“Anger is the most impotent of passions. It effects nothing it goes about, and hurts the one who is possessed by it more than the one against whom it is directed.”
“The single clenched fist lifted and ready,Or the open asking hand held out and waiting.Choose:For we meet by one or the other.”
“By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.”
“I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going but I'm on the way.”