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.

When poems are no good they don't make any sense.

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

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.

The truest writers are those who see language not as a linguistic process but as a living element.

The poem is itself a mirror.

In Eden who sleeps happiest? The serpent.