I think there was a revolution in poetry, associated chiefly with Eliot and Pound; but maybe it is of the nature of revolutions or of the nature of history that their innovations should later come to look trivial or indistinguishable from technical tricks.

I have a plot, but not much happens.

A teacher is a person who never says anything once.

I think there's one thing which distinguishes our art - we don't consider. We don't think. We write a little verse because it comes to us.

Mostly the thought and the verse come inseparably. In my poem Poetics, it's as close as I come to telling how I do it.

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.

I would talk in iambic pentameter if it were easier.