The Ear Writes My Poems, Not The

We Have To Learn How To Live With Our Frailties. The Best People I Know Are Inadequate And Unashamed.

It Is My Heart That's Late, It Is My Song That's Flown.

How Shall The Heart Be Reconciled / To Its Feast Of Losses?

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

A Poet Needs To Keep His Wilderness Alive Inside Him. To Remain A Poet After Forty Requires An Awareness Of Your Darkest Africa, That Part Of Yourself That Will Never Be Tamed.