I Am Often Asked Why I Write,

One Listens To A Piece Of Great Music, Say, And Feels Deeply Moved By It, And Wants To Put This Feeling Into Words, But It Can't Be Put Into Words. That's What - The Music Has Already Supplied The Meaning, And Words Will Just Be Superfluous After That. But It's That Kind Of Verbal Meaning That Can't Be Verbalized That I Try To Get At In Poetry.

Much That Is Beautiful Must Be Discarded So That We May Resemble A Taller Impression Of Ourselves.

A Perfect Example Of The New Republic's Urge To Drape Itself With The Togas Of Classical Respectability.

Somewhere Someone Is Traveling Furiously Toward You, At Incredible Speed, Traveling Day And Night, Through Blizzards And Desert Heat, Across Torrents, Through Narrow Passes. But Will He Know Where To Find You, Recognize You When He Sees You, Give You The Thing He Has For You?

Somewhere Someone Is Traveling Furiously Toward You, At Incredible Speed, Traveling Day And Night.