Deftly They Opened The Brain Of A

Memory Is Each Man's Poet-in-residence.

A Poet Needs To Keep His Wilderness Alive Inside Him.

In A Murderous Time/the Heart Breaks And Breaks/and Lives By Breaking.

The Poem In The Head Is Always Perfect. Resistance Begins When You Try To Convert It Into Language.

Not That You Need To Be A Saint To Have Visions Worth Talking About. The Most Effective Prescription, I Suspect, Is To Be A Disciplined Sinner. Perfection, As Valery Noted, Is Work.