The Ear Writes My Poems, Not The

...few Young Poets [are] Testing Their Poems Against The Ear. They're Writing For The Page, And The Page, Let Me Tell You, Is A Cold Bed.

Be What You Are. Give What Is Yours To Give. Have Style. Dare.

Not That You Need To Be A Saint To Have Visions Worth Talking About. The Most Effective Prescription, I Suspect, Is To Be A Disciplined Sinner. Perfection, As Valery Noted, Is Work.

A Poet Needs To Keep His Wilderness Alive Inside Him.

Poetry Is The Enemy Of The Poem.