You too must seek the sun.

Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private.

Taxi September along Jessore Road Oxcart skeletons drag charcoal load past watery fields thru rain flood ruts Dung cakes on treetrunks, plastic-roof huts Wet processions Families walk Stunted boys big heads don't talk Look bony skulls & silent round eyes Starving black angels in human disguise.

My own experience is that a certain kind of genius among students is best brought out in bed.

When it snows in your nose, you catch cold in your brain.

Breathe when you breathe. Walk where you walk. Talk when you talk. Cry when you cry. Die when you die. Let go when you let go.

Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O my soul, I loved you then!