Heaven Gives Its Glimpses Only To Those

For Me The Initial Delight Is In The Surprise Of Remembering Something I Didn't Know I Knew. I Have Never Started A Poem Yet Whose End I Knew.

I Hope To Leave Behind A Few Poems It Will Be Hard To Get Rid Of.

I Heard Someone Say He [carl Sandburg] Was The Kind Of Writer Who Had Everything To Gain And Nothing To Lose By Being Translated Into Another Language.

The Middle Of The Road Is Where The White Line Is - And That's The Worst Place To Drive.

The Figure A Poem Makes. It Begins In Delight And Ends In Wisdom.