I Dance/for The Joy Of Surviving, At

Poetry Today Is Easier To Write But Harder To Remember.

How Shall The Heart Be Reconciled / To Its Feast Of Losses?

I Want To Write Poems That Are Natural, Luminous, Deep, Spare. I Dream Of An Art So Transparent That You Can Look Through And See The World.

You Must Be Careful Not To Deprive The Poem Of Its Wild Origin.

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