I want a fever, in poetry: a fever, and tranquillity.

The body is the one thing you can't fake; it's just got to be there.

Poetry is a hazardous occupation, very hazardous. There may be bad things in there inside you that maybe you can't handle.

I feel very happy to see the sun come up every day. I feel happy to be around. ... I like to take this day- any day-and go to town with it.

William Packard surely must be one of the great editors of our time.

I do think the author ought to be able to give a good reason for the way things are in his poem. Not a bad question to ask oneself.

Yet technique matters, even so. God uses it, for a buffalo is not a leopard.