The Supreme Morality Of Art Is To

When They Shall Paint Our Sockets Gray And Light Us Like A Stinking Fuse, Remember That We Once Could Say, Yesterday We Had A World To Lose.

A Poet Needs To Keep His Wilderness Alive Inside Him.

An Old Poet Ought Never To Be Caught With His Technique Showing.

In Every House Of Marriage There's Room For An Interpreter.

I Dance/for The Joy Of Surviving, At The Edge Of The Road.