First of all I think that poetry is very noble and I always have with me the sense of the nobility of poetry.

Reading poetry is an adventure in renewal, a creative act, a perpetual beginning, a rebirth of wonder.

Language is an impure medium. Speech is public property and words are the soiled products, not of nature, but of society, which circulates and uses them for a thousand different ends.

There has never been a great poet who wasn't also a great reader of poetry.

The way to become a poet is to read poetry and to imitate what you read and to read passionately and widely and in as involved a way as you can.

I put down these memorandums of my affections in honor of tenderness, in honor of all of those who have been conscripted into the brotherhood of loss.

The spiritual desire for poetry can be overwhelming, so much do I need it to experience and name my own perilous depths and vast spaces, my own well-being.

But, something has to be worked through formally as well as emotionally. Now, when those two things come together I've got something, I think, that I can be proud of.

A poem is a hand, a hook, a prayer. It is a soul in action.

I was surprised recently to find a book called "Poetry in Persons" that's coming out about visit to poets to a class that Pearl London gave.

But, the best times I have found, in my life, are late at night or early in the morning and I think it's because you're outside the social realm.

Men should think twice before making widowhood women's only path to power.

Its Barnum & Bailey world just as phony as it can be, But it would't be make-believe if you believed in me

God cherises praises, admires thanksgiving and embraces prayer .

Working on women and working on different ages and different shapes of bodies… I love women. I love to spend more time with them.

Learn your theories as well as you can, but put them aside when you touch the miracle of the living soul

A beautiful vacuum filled with wealthy monogamists, all powerful and members of the best families all drinking themselves to death.

Apart from Jesus I am a greedy man.

Prayer is the song of the heart. It reaches the ear of God even if it is mingled with the cry and the tumult of a thousand men.

Then she made up her mind.It was absurd to pretend that he did not exist.It no longer hurt her to see him. She opened the door wide and let him into her life again.

By 1946, I knew Detroit was the best hockey city in the Original Six.