I Like All My Children, Even The

A Lot Happens By Accident In Poetry.

I've Never Read A Political Poem That's Accomplished Anything. Poetry Makes Things Happen, But Rarely What The Poet Wants.

When In Still Air And Still In Summertime A Leaf Has Had Enough Of This, It Seems To Make Up Its Mind To Go; Fine As A Sage Its Drifting In Detachment Down The Road.

History Is One Of Those Marvelous And Necessary Illusions We Have To Deal With. It's One Of The Ways Of Dealing With Our World With Impossible Generalities Which We Couldn't Live Without.

[t]eaching Has Been For Me An Education (lord Knows What It Has Been For My Students).