Damn wind shift sudden as a woman mind.

The first thing we have to do is get rid of the pentameter. To ditch the pentameter.

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.

The word and the shadow of the word / makes a thing both itself and something else / till we are metaphors and not ourselves . . .

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

We read, we travel, we become.

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