Art is History's nostalgia, it prefers a thatched roof to a concrete factory, and the huge church above a bleached village.

The mirror is believed the way a poem is believed. It's believed because it's there.

Art is History's nostalgia, it prefers a thatched roof to a concrete factory, and the huge church above a bleached village.

Break a vase, and the love that reassembles the fragments is stronger than that love which took its symmetry for granted when it was whole.

What are men? Children who doubt.

Love After Love all your life, whom you have ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.

I have never separated the writing of poetry from prayer. I have grown up believing it is a vocation, a religious vocation.