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When I took over the Writers’ Workshop, it was one little class and there were eight students. All of them, brilliantly untalented… I had an…
There must be an alternative between Hollywood and New York, between those two places psychically as well as geographically. The University of Iowa tries to…
Soldiers of the American Revolution fought that 18th century war with heavy muskets. In the early 20th century, we kids fought it every Fourth of…
The years rolled their brutal course down the hill of time. Still poor, my clothes still smelling of the horse barn, still writing those doubtful…
Has the painter not always gone to an art school, or at least to an established master, for instruction? And the composer, the sculptor, the…
Every Christmas should begin with the sound of bells, and when I was a child mine always did. But they were sleigh bells, not church…
All families had their special Christmas food. Ours was called Dutch Bread, made from a dough halfway between bread and cake, stuffed with citron and…
I began to write poetry in high school, and would ride miles over sandy roads in the fine hills around Cedar Rapids, repeating the lines…
You come to know the aches and vanities and tastes and intrigues of an entire neighborhood at a drug store.
To eat in the same room where food is cooked – that is the way to thank the Lord for His abundance.
Human life is too difficult for people.
I wanted to write poetry almost a little more than I wanted to eat.
Corncobs are the greatest fire-making tinder.
I can still remember the feel in my hand of that most wonderful American coin ever minted, a nickel with a buffalo on one side…
All poetry is an ordered voice, one which tries to tell you about a vision in the un-visionary language of farm, city, and love.
Other families bought automobiles; we had a horse-headed hitching post in front of our house and drove horses.
I had been warned about Jews by my gentile friends – they did terrible things with knives to boys.
The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother’s hand making sure I was settled in bed.
The way to praise a poet is to write a poem.
For my Oxford degree, I had to translate French and German philosophy (as it turned out, Descartes and Kant) at sight without a dictionary. That…
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