Poetry Is Language Surprised In The Act

Darling, Do You Remember The Man You Married? Touch Me, Remind Me Who I Am.

To Conquer A Piece Of Earth And Make It As Beautiful As One Can Dream Of It Being: That Is Art, Too. A Man Cannot Be Separated From The Earth. I Come Out Of The Garden Every Day Feeling, Oh, Inspired In A Way That One Needs In Order To Convert The Daily-ness Of The Life Into Something Greater Than That Little Life Itself.

Memory Is Each Man's Poet-in-residence.

Poetry Is The Enemy Of The Poem.

The First Task Of The Poet Is To Create The Person Who Will Write The Poems.