Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.
If the sky falls they shall have clouds for supper.
Making art in America is about saving one's soul.
The stars know everything, So we try to read their minds. As distant as they are, We choose to whisper in their presence.
Poems are other people's snapshots in which we see our own lives.
We name one thing and then another. That’s how time enters poetry. Space, on the other hand, comes into being through the attention we pay to each word. The more intense our attention, the more space, and there’s a lot of space inside words.