The First Task Of The Poet Is

Some Poems Present Themselves As Cliffs That Need To Be Climbed. Others Are So Defensive That When You Approach Their Enclosure You Half Expect To Be Met By A Snarling Dog At The Gate. Still Others Want To Smother You With Their Sticky Charms.

The Universe Is A Continuous Web. Touch It At Any Point And The Whole Web Quivers.

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.

I Like An Ending That's Both A Door And A Window.

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