Poetry is so vital to us until school spoils it.

I gave up on new poetry myself 30 years ago when most of it began to read like coded messages passing between lonely aliens in a hostile world.

Life is always walking up to us and saying, "Come on in, the living's fine," and what do we do? Back off and take its picture.

It seems to be a law of American life that whatever enriches us anywhere except in the wallet inevitably becomes uneconomic

Ah, summer - what power you have to make us suffer and like it

Anticipating that most poetry will be worse than carrying heavy luggage through O'Hare Airport, the public, to its loss, reads very little of it.