One Writes In Order To Feel.

I Will Try To Be Non-violent One More Day This Morning, Waking The World Away In The Violent Day.

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 Think There Is A Choice Possible To Us At Any Moment, As Long As We Live. But There Is No Sacrifice. There Is A Choice, And The Rest Falls Away. Second Choice Does Not Exist. Beware Of Those Who Talk About Sacrifice.

Flight Is Intolerable Contradiction.

I Speak To You. You Speak To Me. Is That Fragile?