Born: February 8, 1926 – Died: February 4, 1968
Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.
He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter…. In winter the stars seem to have rekindled their fires, the moon achieves a fuller triumph, and the heavens wear a look of a more exalted simplicity. -John Burroughs, “The Snow-Walkers,” 1866