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.

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

I tried each thing, only some were immortal and free.

The summer demands and takes away too much. /But night, the reserved, the reticent, gives more than it takes

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

Reading is a pleasure, but to finish reading, to come to the blank space at the end, is also a pleasure.

I'm heading for a clean-named place like Wisconsin, and mad as a jack-o'-lantern, will get there without help and nosy proclivities.