There comes a pause, for human strength will not endure to dance without cessation; and everyone must reach the point at length of absolute prostration.
“Concrete poets continue to turn out beautiful things, but to me they're more visual than oral, and they almost really belong on the wall rather than in a book. I haven't the least idea of where poetry is going.”
“Never bend your head. Always hold it high. Look the world straight in the eye.”