The friends that have it I do wrong Whenever I remake a song Should know what issue is at stake, It is myself that I remake.

The creations of a great writer are little more than the moods and passions of his own heart, given surnames and Christian names, and sent to walk the earth.

We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.

The years like great black oxen tread the world, And God the herdsman goads them on behind, And I am broken by their passing feet.

And the color, the overcast blue Of the air, in which the blue guitar Is a form, described but difficult, And I am merely a shadow hunched Above the arrowy, st…

I know that timid breathing. Where Do I begin and end? And where, As I strum the thing, do I pick up That which momentously declares Itself not to be I and yet…

I wrote a song, but I can't read music so I don't know what it is. Every once in a while I'll be listening to the radio and I say, 'I think I might have writte…