Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love.
Goodness begins simply with the fact of life itself.
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.
Art hurts. Art urges voyages - and it is easier to stay at home.
It is brave to be involved. To be not fearful to be unresolved.
I swear to keep the dead upon my mind, / Disdain for all time to be overglad.