A poet is not a public figure. A poet should be read and not seen.
There's a kind of release And a kind of torment in every goodbye for every man.
Love is proved in the letting go.
We who fly do so for the love of flying. We are alive in the air with this miracle that lies in our hands and beneath our feet.
Now the peak of summer's past, the sky is overcast And the love we swore would last for an age seems deceit.
The poetic myths are dead; and the poetic image, which is the myth of the individual, reigns in their stead.