You could not tell, and yet it looked as if The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff, The cliff in being backed by continent; It looked as if a night of dark intent Was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage. There would be more than ocean-water broken Before God's last Put out the Light was spoken.

It is absurd to think that the only way to tell if a poem is lasting is to wait and see if it lasts. The right reader of a good poem can tell the moment it str…

Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.

How often already you've had to be told, Keep cold, young orchard. Good-bye and keep cold. Dread fifty above more than fifty below. I have to be gone for a sea…

The problems we see today are going to be a hell of a lot worse in 10 years if we're not willing to face up to them. These kids are just not going to be absorb…

I swear that I'm dying slowly but it's happening, and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere... just take me there.

I'm a pessimist about probabilities; I'm an optimist about possibilities.