Then there were the wits,using their last breath to exhale a line,a devastating capper, as if the worldwere simply a large gallery buzzing with people,and now it was time to throw on a long scarfand make an exit, leavingit to someone else to close the doo (William Collins)
And with Yeats you lean against a broken pear tree,the day hooded by low clouds. (William Collins)
This is our nation's capital. To have Major League Baseball return to our nation's capital has a special significance, ... There's the opportunity to own something that has been a part of the tradition and legacy of the city and the surrounding area, and now can become part of the fabric of our community. (William Collins)
I would rather see words out on their own, awayfrom their families and the warehouse of Rogetwandering the world where they sometimes fallin love with a completely different word. (William Collins)
When words are put together in fresh ways there is a pleasure-giving quality in language, which brings a release of endorphins. (William Collins)
But all they want to do; Is tie the poem to a chair with rope; And torture a confession out of it. They begin beating it with a hose; To find out what it really means. (William Collins)
I'm not dismayed that poetry's appeal is limited in scope. That's why we have National Poetry Month. It's a sign of its neglect, which isn't necessarily a negative thing. It's not like we have National TV Month. (William Collins)
Poetry is my cheap means of transportation. By the end of the poem the reader should be in a different place from where he started. I would like him to be slightly disoriented at the end, like I drove him outside of town at night and dropped him off in a cornfield. (William Collins)
I think my work has to do with a sense that we are attempting, all the time, to create a logical, rational path through the day. To the left and right there are an amazing set of distractions that we usually can't afford to follow. But the poet is willing to stop anywhere. . . . And it's that willingness to slow down and examine the mysterious bits of fluff in our lives that is the poet's interest. (William Collins)
I think humor is a very serious thing. I use it as a way of weakening the reader's defenses so that I can more easily take him to something more. (William Collins)
Each one is a gift, no doubt,mysteriously placed in your waking handor set upon your foreheadmoments before you open your eyes. (William Collins)
In a while, one of us will go up to bedand the other one will follow.Then we will slip below the surface of the nightinto miles of water, drifting down and downto the dark, soundless bottomuntil the weight of dreams pulls us lower still. (William Collins)
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest! (William Collins)
In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong. (William Collins)
Words like feminism or democracy scare me. They are words with barnacles on them, and you can't see what's underneath. (William Collins)