beware the easy griefs / that fool and fuel nothing.
Art is a refining and evocative translation of the materials of the world.
I am a writer perhaps because I am not a talker. It has always been hard for me to say exactly what I mean in speech But if I have written a clumsiness, I may erase it.
Each body has its art.
What, what am I to do with all of this life?
I am an ordinary human being who is impelled to write poetry. ... I still do feel that a poet has a duty to words, and that words can do wonderful things, and it's too bad to just let them lie there without doing anything with and for them.