a poem is like a wine glass in which you can hold up a little bit of reality and taste it.

What's grief but the after-blindness/of the spirit's dazzle of love?

a poem is like a wine glass in which you can hold up a little bit of reality and taste it.

Sometimes my poetry is an attempt to keep off existential terror; sometimes it is a grappling with philosophical problems; sometimes just fun.

Words cannot express as music does, that unsayable grace which cannot be defined. It leaps like light from mind to mind.

Time has told me less than I need to know.