“was it man's love to screw the sky with monuments span the bay with orange and silver bridges shuttling structure into structure incorruptible in this endless tie each age impassions be it in stone or steel either in echo or halfheard ruin”

“I learned life were no dream I learned truth deceived Man is not God Life is a century Death an instant”

“I think of New York City lost in starsforgotten as a blue haired pet of childhood love Tonight the night is full;”

“Ah, if I were dictator I'd have poets throwing bombs!”

“It is a great feeling to know that from a windowI can go to books to cans of beer to past loves.And from these gather enough dream to sneak out a back door.”

“Standing on a street corner waiting for no one is power.”

“If you believe you're a poet, then you're saved. ”