I hope the poem, as it goes on, gets more complicated, a little more demanding, a little more ambiguous or speculative, so that we're drifting away from the casual beginning of the poem into something a little more serious.

One of these days I'm-a make me a book out of you.

A sentence starts out like a lone traveler heading into a blizzard at midnight, tilting into the wind, one arm shielding his face, the tails of his thin coat flapping behind him.

I hope the poem, as it goes on, gets more complicated, a little more demanding, a little more ambiguous or speculative, so that we're drifting away from the casual beginning of the poem into something a little more serious.

I think the pleasure of form is that you have a companion with you besides all the poetry you have ever read.

In the process of simplifying oneself, one often discovers the thing called voice.

The mind can be trained to relieve itself on paper.