When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my body's been.
And at least in poetry you should feel free to lie. That is, not to lie, but to imagine what you want, to follow the direction of the poem.
The burial of feelings has begun.
I haven’t met God and I haven’t been to heaven, so I’m skeptical.
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry.
Usually a life turned into a poem is misrepresented.
From the reader's view, a poem is more demanding than prose.
When we walk in the sun
our shadows are like barges of silence.
The reality of a poem is a very ghostly one. It suggests, it suggests, it suggests again.
I believe that all poetry is formal in that it exists within limits, limits that are either inherited by tradition or limits that language itself imposes.