Poetry Is, Above All, An Approach To

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

If There Were No Poetry On Any Day In The World, Poetry Would Be Invented That Day. For There Would Be An Intolerable Hunger.

Dreams Are The Sources Of Action, The Meeting And The End, A Resting Place Among The Flight Of Things.

Always Our Wars Have Been Our Confessions Of Weakness

The Universe Is Made Of Stories, Not Of Atoms.