Poetry: three mismatched shoes at the entrance of a dark alley.

Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all others were making ships.

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.

The religion of the short poem, in every age and in every literature, has a single commandment: Less is always more. The short poem rejects preamble and summary. It's about all and everything, the metaphysics of a few words surrounded by much silence. …The short poem is a match flaring up in a dark universe.

A poem is an invitation to a voyage. As in life, we travel to see fresh sights.

If I believe in anything, it is in the dark night of the soul. Awe is my religion, and mystery is its church.

The stars know everything, So we try to read their minds. As distant as they are, We choose to whisper in their presence.