She Became For Me An Island Of

Deep Down There Was Understanding, Not Of The Facts Of Our Lives So Much As Of Our Essential Natures.

It Is The Privilege Of Those Who Fear Love To Murder Those Who Do Not Fear It!

I Am Not Ready To Die, / But I Am Learning To Trust Death / As I Have Trusted Life.

The Fact Is That I Have Lived With The Belief That Power, Any Kind Of Power, Was The One Thing Forbidden To Poets. ... Power Requires That The Inner Person Never Be Unmasked. No, We Poets Have To Go Naked. And Since This Is So, It Is Better That We Stay Private People; A Naked Public Person Would Be Rather Ridiculous, What?

Poetry Is First Of All A Way Of Life And Only Secondarily A Way Of Writing.