Even without wars, life is dangerous.

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

I love you. You are closest to my heart, closer than any other human being. You are my extension. You are my prayer. You are my belief in God. For better or worse you inherit me.

I'm hunting for the truth. It might be a kind of poetic truth, and not just a factual one, because behind everything that happens to you, there is another truth, a secret life.

The snow has quietness in it; no songs, no smells, no shouts or traffic. When I speak my own voice shocks me.

Put your mouthful of words away and come with me to watch the lilies open in such a field, growing there like yachts, slowly steering their petals without nurses or clocks.

Images are the heart of poetry ... You're not a poet without imagery.