Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

All my life I have been trying to learn to read, to see and hear, and to write.

Revolt and terror pay a price. Order and law have a cost.

Poetry is an enumeration of birds, bees, babies, butterflies, bugs, bambinos, babayagas, and bipeds, beating their way up bewildering bastions.

Ordering a man to write a poem is like commanding a pregnant woman to give birth to a red-headed child.

Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits.

Poetry is a type-font design for an alphabet of fun, hate, love, death.