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.

There is the view that poetry should improve your life. I think people confuse it with the Salvation Army.

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

How many people came and stayed a certain time, Uttered light or dark speech that became part of you Like light behind windblown fog and sand Filtered and influenced by it, until no part Remains that is surely you.

Expecting rain, the profile of a day Wears its soul like a hat.

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

Will occur as time grows more open about it.