Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.

The troubles came and I saved what I could save. A thread of light, a particle, a wave.

My two great heroes are W. B. Yeats and Federico Garcia Lorca.

If you're lucky, you can keep the vehicle healthy and responsive over the years. If you're lucky, your own intentions have very little to do with this.

Suzanne had a room on a waterfront street in the port of Montreal. Everything happened just as it was put down. She was the wife of a man I knew. Her hospitality was immaculate. Some months later I sang it for Judy Collins over the telephone. The publishing rights were lost in New York City, but it is probably appropriate that I don't own this song. Just the other day I heard some people singing it on a ship in the Caspian Sea.

After a while, if you are sufficiently bored or unemployed, you may want to read it from cover to cover.

You should go from place to place recovering the poems that have been written for you to which you can affix your signature. Don't discuss these matters with anyone. Retrieve. Retrieve. When the basket is full someone will appear to whom you can present it.