For every poet it is always morning in the world; history a forgotten, insomniac night. The fate of poetry is to fall in love with the world in spite of history.

We look and see what we see in a mirror, and we believe it. That's important, the question of belief. The question is: Should we believe what we see in a mirror?

When you get a class reciting some great poems, it'll tear your heart out.

I too saw the wooden horse blocking the stars.

The English language is nobody's special property. It is the property of the imagination: it is the property of the language itself.

There's always more to see.

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