What Is Poetry Which Does Not Save

All Was Taken Away From You: White Dresses, Wings, Even Existence.

I Knew That I Would Speak In The Language Of The Vanquished No More Durable Than Old Customs, Family Rituals, Christmas Tinsel, And Once A Year The Hilarity Of Carols.

When A Writer Is Born Into A Family, The Family Is Finished.

There Was A Time When Only Wise Books Were Read Helping Us To Bear Our Pain And Misery. This, After All, Is Not Quite The Same As Leafing Through A Thousand Works Fresh From Psychiatric Clinics. And Yet The World Is Different From What It Seems To Be And We Are Other Than How We See Ourselves In Our Ravings.

Two Attributes Of A Poet, Avidity Of The Eye And The Desire To Describe That Which He Sees.