Poetry Is The Alchemy Which Teaches Us

To The Woman With The Least Intelligence, There Must Come, At Some Time Or Other, The Realization That Housework Is Animal Work And That There Are Other Occupations In The World A Thousand Times More Refined, More Enriching, For Which She Is Also Suited And To Which She Has A Right.

Societies In Decline Have No Use For Visionaries.

Out Of The Red And Silver And The Long Cry Of Alarm To The Poet Who Survives In All Human Beings, As The Child Survives In Him; To This Poet She Threw An Unexpected Ladder In The Middle Of The City And Ordained, 'climb!

The Only Abnormality Is The Incapacity To Love.

We Don't Have A Language For The Senses. Feelings Are Images, Sensations Are Like Musical Sounds.