I cannot understand why my arm is not a lilac tree.

Out of the thousands who are known or who want to be known as poets, maybe one or two are genuine and the rest are fakes, hanging around the sacred precincts, trying to look like the real thing.

I am an old scholar, better-looking now than when I was young. That's what sitting on your ass does to your face.

Prayer is translation. A man translates himself into a child asking for all there is in a language he has barely mastered.

a kite is a victim you are sure of. you love it because it pulls.

I alwaysthought of myself as a competent, minor poet. I know who I'm up against.

Everyone has a kind of magical system that they employ in the hopes that this will open up the channels.