... a starving man doesn't ask what the meal is.
sorrow is easier than guilt.
I hoard books. They are people who do not leave.
Images are probably the most important part of the poem. First of all you want to tell a story, but images are what are going to shore it up and get to the heart of the matter.
Yet love enters my blood like an I.V., dripping in its little white moments.
And what of the dead? They lie without shoes in the stone boats. They are more like stone than the sea would be if it stopped. They refuse to be blessed, throat, eye and knucklebone.