You don’t read or overhear the voice in the poem, you are the voice in the poem.

The non-artists among us are always terribly busy, but finally disappear without a trace.

Each poem leads you to the questions it makes sense to ask it.

If you like the precision and concision of poetry, a page of prose is unsatisfying in a certain way. And poetry is so direct.

The art of utterance persuades initially by its music and its rhythm, before semiotic or personal characteristics come into play.

All good poets of the past, almost without exception, were at least bilingual if not trilingual.

For the mind and the imagination, bookstores aren't enough, college courses aren't enough, the Internet isn't enough. Those resources are all governed by the tastes and needs of the moment. Only libraries take the long view, quietly shelving the unused with the used, knowing that one of these days the two categories will be reversed by a student's discovery of those hitherto undisturbed volumes whose contents will unsettle the learned world.