Being kissed on the back of the knee is a moth at the windowscreen.
It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.
Yesterday I did not want to be borrowed but this is the typewriter that sits before me and love is where yesterday is at.
I am teaching... This year it's kind of like having a love affair with a rhinoceros.
Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.
And if I tried to give you something else, something outside myself, you would not know that the worst of anyone can be, finally, an accident of hope