One can't have it both ways and both ways is the only way I want it.

Poetry leads us to the unstructured sources of our beings, to the unknown, and returns us to our rational, structured selves refreshed.

Only silence perfects silence.

I must stress here the point that I appreciate clarity, order, meaning, structure, rationality: they are necessary to whatever provisional stability we have, and they can be the agents of gradual and successful change.

Even if you walk exactly the same route each time - as with a sonnet - the events along the route cannot be imagined to be the same from day to day, as the poet's health, sight, his anticipations, moods, fears, thoughts cannot be the same.

You have your identity when you find out, not what you can keep your mind ON, but what you can't keep your mind OFF.

A poem generated by its own laws may be unrealized and bad in terms of so-called objective principles of taste, judgement, deduction.