The poetry is myself.

Each body has its art.

The music is in minors.

Poetry is life distilled.

First fight. Then fiddle.

It is brave to be involved

Writing is a delicious agony.

Nothing could stop Mississippi.

Be careful what you swallow. Chew!

No man can give me any word but Wait.

My last defense / Is the present tense.

We are each other's magnitude and bond.

Exhaust the little moment / Soon it dies.

Life for my child is simple, and is good.

What, what am I to do with all of this life?

I've always thought of myself as a reporter.

I am a writer perhaps because I am not a talker.

Goodness begins simply with the fact of life itself.

beware the easy griefs / that fool and fuel nothing.

Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love.

With melted opals for my milk, Pearl-leaf for my cracker.

Do not be afraid of no, Who has so far, so very far to go.

Even if you are not ready for day it cannot always be night.

Do not desire to fit in. Desire to oblige yourselves to lead.

It is brave to be involved. To be not fearful to be unresolved.

I think it must be lonely to be God. Nobody loves a master. No.

Art hurts. Art urges voyages - and it is easier to stay at home.

She was learning to love moments. To love moments for themselves.

I am interested in telling my particular truth as I have seen it.

I know that the Black emphasis must be not against white but FOR Black.

Life must be aromatic. There must be scent, somehow there must be some.

Reading is important - read between the lines. Don't swallow everything.

One reason cats are happier than people is that they have no newspapers.

Be yourself. Don't imitate other poets. You are as important as they are.

I shall create! If not a note, a hole./If not an overture, a desecration.

Art is a refining and evocative translation of the materials of the world.

Truth-tellers are not always palatable. There is a preference for candy bars.

I swear to keep the dead upon my mind, / Disdain for all time to be overglad.

Live not for Battles Won. Live not for The-End-of-the-Song. Live in the along.

This is the urgency: Live! and have your blooming in the noise of the whirlwind.

People are so in need, in need of help. People want so much that they do not know.

I think there are things for all of us to do as long as we're here and we're healthy.

at a certain moment in social proceedings, I am on FIRE to leave: I have a leaving-FIT.

Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get.

What shall I give my children? who are poor, / Who are adjudged the leastwise of the land...

To be in love Is to touch things with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are well.

There can be no whiter whiteness than this one: An insurance man's shirt on its morning run.

... sometimes you have to deal / Devilishly with drowning men in order to swim them to shore.

We are each other's harvest; we are each other's business; we are each other's magnitude and bond.

When I start writing a poem, I don't think about models or about what anybody else in the world has done.

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