The Measured Blood Beats Out The Year's

But It's Silly To Suggest The Writing Of Poetry Is Something Ethereal, A Sort Of Soul-crashing, Devastating Emotional Experience That Wrings You. I Have No Fancy Ideas About Poetry. ... It Doesn't Come To You On The Wings Of A Dove. It's Something You Have To Work Hard At.

A Thousand Kindnesses Do Not Make Up For A Thousand Blows.

I Hope That One Or Two Immortal Lyrics Will Come Out Of All This Tumbling Around.

It Is Not Possible, For A Poet, Writing In Any Language, To Protect Himself From The Tragic Elements In Human Life.... [ellipsis In Source] Illness, Old Age, And Death--subjects As Ancient As Humanity--these Are The Subjects That The Poet Must Speak Of Very Nearly From The First Moment That He Begins To Speak.

O Remember In Your Narrowing Dark Hours That More Things Move Than Blood In The Heart.