One day the Nouns were clustered in the street. An Adjective walked by, with her dark beauty. The Nouns were struck, moved, changed. The next day a Verb drove up, and created the Sentence. — Kenneth Koch Copy Share Image
The subject matter of the stories on the surface... there seem to be a number of stories about travel. — Kenneth Koch Copy Share Image
When you finish a poem, it clicks shut like the top of a jewel box, but prose is endless. I haven't experienced an awful… — Kenneth Koch Copy Share Image
It's a well known thing that ordinary perceptions can have a strange aspect when one is travelling. — Kenneth Koch Copy Share Image
“Summer in the trees! “It is time to strangle several bad poets.” / The yellow hobbyhorse rocks to and fro, and from the chimney… — Kenneth Koch Copy Share Image
If you want to know how much I love and care for you, count the waves. — Kenneth Koch Copy Share Image
I was excited by what my painter friends were doing, and they seemed to be interested in our poetry too, and that was a… — Kenneth Koch Copy Share Image
Picasso said once when being interviewed that one should not be one's own connoisseur. — Kenneth Koch Copy Share Image
I love painting and music, of course. I don't know nearly as much about them as I know about poetry. I've certainly been influenced… — Kenneth Koch Copy Share Image
“I wasn’t ready For you. I understood nothing Seemingly except my feelings You were whirling In your life I was keeping Everything in my… — Kenneth Koch Copy Share Image
I don't think the nature of my poetry is satirical or even ironic, I think it's essentially lyrical but again I don't know if… — Kenneth Koch Copy Share Image
