Not until it starts to stink does the inevitable happen.

Once you've lived in France, you don't want to live anywhere else, including France.

I like poems you can tack all over with a hammer and there are no hollow places.

I feel that poetry is going on all the time inside, an underground stream.

Will occur as time grows more open about it.

Silly girls your heads full of boys

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.