In California in the early Spring, There are pale yellow mornings, when the mist burns slowly into day, The air stings like Autumn, clarifies like pain - Well, I have dreamed this coast myself.

Take the time to write. You can do your life's work in half an hour a day.

There are moments when the body is as numinous as words, days that are the good flesh continuing. Such tenderness, those afternoons and evenings, saying blackberry, blackberry, blackberry.

In California in the early Spring, There are pale yellow mornings, when the mist burns slowly into day, The air stings like Autumn, clarifies like pain - Well, I have dreamed this coast myself.

All the new thinking is about loss, In this it resembles all the old thinking.

I think that the job of poetry, its political job, is to refresh the idea of justice, which is going dead in us all the time.

As poet laureate, I was asked to be a spokesman for literature.

I got interested in the question of literacy because writers are always moaning about why more people don't read books.

I teach a lecture course on American poetry to as many as 150 students. For a lot of them, it's their only elective, so this is their one shot. They'll take the Russian Novel or American Poetry, so I want to give them the high points, the inescapable poets.

I would say Gary Snyder, who is from my part of the world as a poet and environmental thinker, will be read just as Henry Thoreau as John Muir will continue to be read.

Not to make too much of a claim for poetry, but this is a question that goes to the moral heart of the business of any art: 'How do you see the world, and what right do you have to see the world in the way that you do?'

The Earth forgives the previous year every year.

The Vietnam War and the Iraq war, in different ways, both made me feel like I could not not address them. I'm very doubtful about the usefulness of poetry to do that.

The first book that really knocked me out was the 'Brothers Karamazov.' I read it when I was a senior in high school.

The market doesn't make communities. Markets make networks of self-interested individuals, and they work as long as there's more than enough to go around.

When I was in college, I lost my scholarship one year. I had enough money for tuition, but not room and board. So I camped in the hills.

When I was in high school in the '50s you were supposed to be an Elvis Presley, a James Dean, a Marlon Brando or a Kingston Trio type in a button-down shirt headed for the fraternities at Stanford or Cal.

When I was younger, I was so crazy about poetry that I didn't notice who was noticing. It seemed to me so tremendous and large.

Writing is an incessant process of discovery.

You begin to see that all of these things are connected: The kind of cuts that mean less environmental protection are also the kind of cuts that mean less musical education for the schools and that also mean more overcrowded schools.

Nostalgia locates desire in the past where it suffers no active conflict and can be yearned toward pleasantly.

Repetition makes us feel secure and variation makes us feel free.

Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.

Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.

I came back out here from England and I was there for a while and it was beautiful and it is just great to see London going from Spring to Summer and Autumn.

We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away.

In spring they lie flat at the first warmth, they ruin my summer and in autumn they smell of women.

It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.

A strangely reflective, even melancholy day. Is that because, unlike our cousins in the northern hemisphere, Easter is not associated with the energy and vitality of spring but with the more subdued spirit of autumn?

I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.

Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.

There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!

Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.

My Department has already recognised this and has been working specifically on the technical support issue since January and will offer advice to schools during the Autumn term.

As early as the autumn of 1862, I was made very happy by being sent to school.

Autumn's the mellow time.

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

The sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality.

And getting married this autumn was certainly an additional incentive to spend rather more time in England.

My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.

Cheyenne Autumn was received not too successfully. I still think it was a very good movie. It was kinda Ford's apology for the way he had treated Indians in his past pictures.

Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.

I put quite a few trees in last autumn. A lot of silver birch and a couple of native trees - just generally doing gardening, putting plants in and hedges in. It takes quite a lot of time and I love it.

In California in the early Spring, There are pale yellow mornings, when the mist burns slowly into day, The air stings like Autumn, clarifies like pain - Well, I have dreamed this coast myself.

But I do feel a little teeny right now that I'm just about ready to start, and winter is entering. Half past autumn has arrived.

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.

My visit this autumn is an opportunity to continue that rich tradition of visits between Canterbury and Rome.

A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.

Autumn is my favorite season.