If anything needs love it is reality, for it is reality that lacks it the most - I doubt that it was ever loved.

You are walking in a desert.You hear a bird singing.As absurd as it may seem for a bird to be pending in the desert,you are obligated to make it a tree.That's poem

Poetry relishes ripe fruit - but ripe is one thing and overripe quite another. That's something poetry doesn't like, so it couldn't care less if I were to fall overripe to the ground.

Life's essential length is only a few pages long, as succinct as a line of verse and as brief as the title of a poem.

All that we are and all that we've ever felt, words have felt it first.

What I try to do is to keep emotion on a tight leash; otherwise, it can never be transubstantiated into poetry.

Poetry contains love and holds it in high esteem, even though love always humiliates it by using it merely as a soothing after-shave lotion.