A culture, we all know, is made by its cities.
I have never separated the writing of poetry from prayer. I have grown up believing it is a vocation, a religious vocation.
How can I turn from Africa and live?
The word and the shadow of the word / makes a thing both itself and something else / till we are metaphors and not ourselves . . .
Who cares about a kid from the Midwest writing pentameter? It's stupid.
The sigh of History rises over ruins, not over landscapes, and in the Antilles there are few ruins to sigh over, apart from the ruins of sugar estates and abandoned forts.