somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near

The symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.

Treat a man like dirt-he produces flowers.

Tomorrow is our permanent address.

Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?

And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart I carry your heart [ i carry it in my heart ]

a poet is someone who is abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement. Which is to say the highest form of concentration possible: fascination; to report on the electrifying experience of being