The word and the shadow of the word / makes a thing both itself and something else / till we are metaphors and not ourselves . . .
In Eden who sleeps happiest? The serpent.
The classics can console. But not enough.
The mirror is believed the way a poem is believed. It's believed because it's there.
If you know what you are going to write when you're writing a poem, it's going to be average.
Visual surprise is natural in the Caribbean; it comes with the landscape, and faced with its beauty, the sigh of History dissolves.