O for God's sake they are connected underneath. - Muriel Rukeyser

"The man in the white coat is the man on the hill,
the man with the clean hands is the man with the drill,
the man who answers "yes" lies still."

I've always thought of two kinds of poems: the poems of unverifiable facts, based in dreams, in sex, in everything that can be given to other people only through the skill and strength by which it is given; and the other kind being the document, the poem that rests on material evidence.

No one wants to read poetry. You have to make it impossible for them to put the poem down — impossible for them to stop reading it, word after word. You have to keep them from closing the book.