I do not give the honorific name of 'poetry' to the primitive and the unaccomplished.

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

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.

There are not many poets whose fame rests on a single work.

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.

Soul or Intelligence destined to possess the sense of Identity.