If I believe in anything, it is in the dark night of the soul. Awe is my religion, and mystery is its church.
The secret wish of poetry is to stop time.
Poetry: three mismatched shoes at the entrance of a dark alley.
Insomnia is an all-night travel agency with posters advertising faraway places.
Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all others were making ships.
The stone is a mirror which works poorly. Nothing in it but dimness. Your dimness or its dimness, who's to say? In the hush your heart sounds like a black cricket.