“Darling, do you remember the man you married? Touch me, remind me who I am.”

“...few young poets [are] testing their poems against the ear. They're writing for the page, and the page, let me tell you, is a cold bed.”

“You must be careful not to deprive the poem of its wild origin.”

“Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.”

“Stephen kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes H...”

“It is strange how often a heart must be broken Before the years can make it wise.”

“The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream.”

“The poem must resist the intelligence Almost successfully.”

“By daily dying, I have come to be.”