I am not at all clear what free verse is anymore. That's one of the things you learn not to know.

The spirit world doesn't admit to communicating with me, so it's fairly even.

Religion and science both profess peace (and the sincerity of the professors is not being doubted), but each always turns out to have a dominant part in any war that is going or contemplated.

I've never read a political poem that's accomplished anything. Poetry makes things happen, but rarely what the poet wants.

Absolute power corrupts absolutely; and if you surrender your personal responsibility to a government which promises to take care of you, they will only take care of themselves.

History is where tensions were.

Both poet and painter want to reach the silence behind the language, the silence within the language. Both painter and poet want their work to shine not only in daylight but (by whatever illusionist magic) from within.