Language cares.
Category Archive: February 29
Mostly the thought and the verse come inseparably. In my poem Poetics, it’s as close as I come to telling how I do it.
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.
I would talk in iambic pentameter if it were easier.
Shakespeare tells the same stories over and over in so many guises that it takes a long time before you notice.
I like all my children, even the squat and ugly ones.
When Robert Frost was alive, I was known as the other new England poet, which is to be barely known at all.
I think there’s one thing which distinguishes our art – we don’t consider. We don’t think. We write a little verse because it comes to us.
Nothing in the universe can travel at the speed of light, they say, forgetful of the shadow’s speed.
It may be said that poems are in one way like icebergs: only about a third of their bulk appears above the surface of the page.