I often say of George Washington that he was one of the few in the whole history of the world who was not carried away by power.
Modern poets talk against business, poor things, but all of us write for money. Beginners are subjected to trial by market.
My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.
No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.
Style is that which indicates how the writer takes himself and what he is saying. It is the mind skating circles around itself as it moves forward.
Talking is a hydrant in the yard and writing is a faucet upstairs in the house. Opening the first takes the pressure off the second.
The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom... in a clarification of life - not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion.
