I'll dig in into my days, having come here to live, not to visit. Grey is the price of neighboring with eagles, of knowing a mountain's vast presence, seen or unseen.

I believe every space and comma is a living part of the poem and has its function, just as every muscle and pore of the body has its function. And the way the lines are broken is a functioning part essential to the life of the poem.

If woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I fall in season and now is a time of ripening.

In certain ways writing is a form of prayer.

Mediocrity is perhaps due not so much to lack of imagination as to lack of faith in the imagination, lack of the capacity for this abandon.

I like to find what's not found at once, but lies within something of another nature, in repose, distinct.

Let me walk through the fields of paper touching with my wand dry stems and stunted butterflies.