The Heart Breaks And Breaks And Lives

A Poet Needs To Keep His Wilderness Alive Inside Him.

Certainly The Modern Poets I Cherish Most Are Disturbing Spirits; They Do Not Come To Coo.

We Have All Been Expelled From The Garden, But The Ones Who Suffer Most In Exile Are Those Who Are Still Permitted To Dream Of Perfection.

You Must Be Careful Not To Deprive The Poem Of Its Wild Origin.

The Ear Writes My Poems, Not The Mind.