Dogma And Shrinking From The External World

No One Wants To Read Poetry. You Have To Make It Impossible For Them To Put The Poem Down--impossible For Them To Stop Reading It, Word After Word. You Have To Keep Them From Closing The Book.

I Am Haunted By Interrupted Acts, Introspective As A Leper, Enchanted By A Repulsive Clew, A Gross And Fugitive Movement Of The Limbs. Is This The Love That Shook The Lights To Flame?

Exchange Is Creation.

The Process Of Writing A Poem Represents Work Done On The Self Of The Poet, In Order To Make Form.

Not All Things Are Blest, But The Seeds Of All Things Are Blest.