You remember some bedrooms you have slept in. There are bedrooms you like to remember and others you would like to forget.

I make it clear why I write as I do and why other poets write as they do. After hundreds of experiments I decided to go my own way in style and see what would happen.

Poetry is the harnessing of the paradox of earth cradling life and then entombing it.

Here is the difference between Dante, Milton, and me. They wrote about hell and never saw the place. I wrote about Chicago after looking the town over for years and years.

Let your heart look on white sea spray and be lonely. Love is a fool star. You and a ring of stars may mention my name and then forget me. Love is a fool star.

Anger is the most impotent of passions. It effects nothing it goes about, and hurts the one who is possessed by it more than the one against whom it is directed.

People lie because they don't remember clear what they saw. People lie because they can't help making a story better than it was the way it happened.