The one...thing which mattered about any poem (so ran my second poetic period's credo) was what the poem said; it's socalled meaning.... Thus it will be seen that, by the year 1900, one growing American boy had reached exactly that stage of 'intellectual development' beyond which every ungrowing Marxist adult of today is strictly forbidden...ever to pass.

poetry and every other art was and is and forever will be strictly and distinctly a question of individuality....poetry is being, not doing....if poetry is you…

concerning this selfstyled world's greatest and most generous literary figure: who had just arrived in our nation's capitol, attired in half a GI uniform and r…

more each particular person is(my love) alive than every world can understand and now you are and i am now and we're a mystery that will never happen again, a …

There are certain common privileges of a writer, the benefit whereof, I hope, there will be no reason to doubt; particularly, that where I am not understood, i…

If the poem has no obvious destination, there's a chance that we'll be all setting off on an interesting ride.

Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting...Read it a hundred times; it will forever keep its freshness as a metal keeps its fra…