The middle of the road is where the white line is - and that's the worst place to drive.

Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through any one that suits you.

Poets are like baseball pitchers. Both have their moments. The intervals are the tough things.

Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these. She a window flower. And he a winter breeze.

A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.

One of the hardest things in life to accept is a called third strike.