I am teaching... This year it's kind of like having a love affair with a rhinoceros.

God owns heaven but He craves the earth.

Those moments before a poem comes, when the heightened awareness comes over you, and you realize a poem is buried there somewhere, you prepare yourself. I run around, you know, kind of skipping around the house, marvelous elation. It’s as though I could fly.

For I could not read or speak and on the long nights I could not turn the moon off or count the lights of cars across the ceiling.

Sometimes I fly like an eagle but with the wings of a wren

One can't build little white picket fences to keep nightmares out.

The trouble with therapy is that it makes life go backwards.