Irish poets, learn your trade, sing whatever is well made, scorn the sort now growing up all out of shape from toe to top.
I could fall in love with a sumo wrestler if he told stories and made me laugh. Obviously, it would be easier if someone was African-American and lived next door and went to the same church. Because then I wouldn’t have to translate.
A life is not sufficiently elevated for poetry, unless, of course, the life has been made into an art.
The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true.
If the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr.’s civil rights movement made demands that altered the course of American lives and backed up those demands with the willingness to give up your life in service of your civil rights, with Black Lives Matter, a more internalized change is being asked for: recognition.
Yes, you can feel very alone as a poet and you sometimes think, is it worth it? Is it worth carrying on? But because there were other poets, you became part of a scene. Even though they were very different writers, it made it easier because you were together.
Is Wagner a human being at all? Is he not rather a disease? He contaminates everything he touches – he has made music sick.
Riches do not consist in the possession of treasures, but in the use made of them.
The best decision I ever made was to become a priest and I think the second best was to resign.
I would say the hierarchy has made terrible errors in judgment and it has to seek forgiveness by its members.