I emphasize the distinction between brackets and no brackets because it will affect your reading experience, if you will allow it. Brackets are exciting. Even though you are approaching Sappho in translation, that is no reason you should miss the drama of trying to read a papyrus torn in half or riddled with holes or smaller than a postage stamp--brackets imply a free space of imaginal adventure.

Reality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.

Poetry - poiesis means a thing made.

There are different gradations of personhood in different poems. Some of them seem far away from me and some up close, and the up-close ones generally don't say what I want them to say. And that's true of the persona in the poem who's lamenting this as a fact of a certain stage of life. But it's also true of me as me.

Time isn't made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.

Each night about this time he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing.

Making is always a slightly hopeful thing because once you've made something, it'll - the world will be different.