I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.

He loves me, he loves me not. How many flowers must I kill before he loves me?” ~He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

A poet's mission is to make words do more work than they normally do, to make them work on more than one level.

As a poet and as a mathematician, he would reason well; as a mere mathematician, he could not have reasoned at all.

Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns: And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns.

I will come back to you, I swear I will;And you will know me still.I shall be only a little tallerThan when I went.

I think art is art. The general concepts can't be appraised but the subsections are controversial and debatable.

The master said You must write what you see.But what I see does not move me.The master answered Change what you see.

We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon.

A true poet is one who can appreciate the disciplines and structures of any style of poetry.David J Delaney ©

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart againstThe want of you;Of squeezing it into little inkdrops,And posting it.

The sidewalks flash silver with mica.Skyline smeared with geese.By way of recognitionI lost the sound of your voice.

Kerouac: You're ruining American poetry, O'Hara.O'Hara: That's more than you ever did for it, Kerouac

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.

I love to move like a mouse inside this puzzle for the body, balancing the wish to be lost with the need to be found.