Each servant stamps the reader with a look.

I think that in the process of writing, all kinds of unexpected things happen that shift the poet away from his plan and that these accidents are really what we mean when we talk about poetry.

I always thought that writing poetry was in itself a political act.

The first year was like icing. Then the cake started to show through.

And so we turn the page over. To think of starting. This is all there is.

A perfect example of the new republic's urge to drape itself with the togas of classical respectability.

I don't find any direct statements in life. My poetry imitates or reproduces the way knowledge or awareness come to me, which is by fits and starts and by indirection. I don't think poetry arranged in neat patterns would reflect that situation. My poetry is disjunct, but then so is life.