One Of The Sadder Things, I Think,

I'd Like To Think...that People In Pubs Would Talk About My Poems

You Can't Put Off Being Young Until You Retire.

On Me Your Voice Falls As They Say Love Should, Like An Enormous Yes.

The Poetic Impulse Is Distinct From Ideas About Things Or Feelings About Things, Though It May Use These. It's More Like A Desire To Separate A Piece Of One's Experience & Set It Up On Its Own, An Isolated Object Never To Trouble You Again, At Least Not For A Bit. In The Absence Of This Impulse Nothing Stirs.

No One Can Tear Your Thread Out Of Himself. No One Can Tie You Down Or Set You Free.