I Believe Poetry Has Very Little To

I Can Weep Pretty Easily. I Can Get Tears In My Eyes From A Beautiful Work Of Art.

Inside Us, A Flower Taken Whole, A Field Built Inside.

By The Time I Make My Way To The Border Of Mauritania, To The Edge Of The Sahara, I See No End To Being Lost. You Can Spend Your Entire Life Simply Falling In That Direction. It Isn't A Station You Reach But Just The General State Of Going Down. Once You Make It Back, If You Make It Back, You Will Stand Before Your Long-lost Friends But In Some Essential Way They Will No Longer Know You.

Everything We Do, I'd Imagine, Influences Everything We Will Do.

Certain Stories We Carry With Us, Events In Our Life, They Define Who We Are. It's Not A Matter Of Getting Over Anything; We Have To Make The Best Of It.