Poetry Is One Of The Original Arts,

Whoever You Are, No Matter How Lonely, The World Offers Itself To Your Imagination.

If You Suddenly And Unexpectedly Feel Joy, Don’t Hesitate. Give In To It.

I Held My Breath As We Do Sometimes To Stop Time When Something Wonderful Has Touched Us.

There Is Only One Question: / How To Love This World.

It Is No Use Thinking That Writing Of Poems - The Actual Writing - Can Accommodate Itself To A Social Setting, Even The Most Sympathetic Social Setting Of A Workshop Composed Of Friends. It Cannot. The Work Improves There And Often The Will To Work Gets Valuable Nourishment And Ideas. But, For Good Reasons, The Poem Requires Of The Writer Not Society Or Instruction, But A Patch Of Profound And Unbroken Solitude.