I defer to all these other American poets who, for some reason, I both envy and admire.

ONE PERCEPTION MUST IMMEDIATELY AND DIRECTLY LEAD TO A FURTHER PERCEPTION

The poem, for me, is simply the first sound realized in the modality of being.

There is a grace of life which is still yours, my dear Europe.

There are no hierarchies, no infinite, no such many as mass, there are only/ eyes in all heads,/ to be looked out of.

Knowledge is the harvest of attention

I'm one of the cliches that has grown up.