You Must Be Careful Not To Deprive

I Want To Write Poems That Are Natural, Luminous, Deep, Spare. I Dream Of An Art So Transparent That You Can Look Through And See The World.

In A Murderous Time/the Heart Breaks And Breaks/and Lives By Breaking.

The Ear Writes My Poems, Not The Mind.

A Poem Has Secrets That The Poet Knows Nothing Of.

A Poet Needs To Keep His Wilderness Alive Inside Him.