Poets Are Like Steam Valves, Where The

The Decision For Me Was Whether To Have 'the Father' Be A Book That Told A Story - From The Point Of View Of This Speaker, The Daughter - Without, As In The Earlier Books, Then Having A Section On Something Else And A Section On Something Else.

.. To A Poet, The Human Community Is Like The Community Of Birds To A Bird, Singing To Each Other. Love Is One Of The Reasons We Are Singing To One Another, Love Of Language Itself, Love Of Sound, Love Of Singing Itself, And Love Of The Other Birds.

Once You Lose Someone It Is Never Exactly The Same Person Who Comes Back.

To Me, The Mind Seems To Be Spread Out In The Whole Body - The Senses Are Part Of The Brain. I Guess They're Not Where The Thinking Is Done.

There Is Something In Me Maybe Someday To Be Written; Now It Is Folded, And Folded, And Folded, Like A Note In School.