In writing poetry, all of one's attention is focused on some inner voice.

I am that last, that final thing, the body in a white sheet listening.

Brimming. That's what it is, I want to get to a place where my sentences enact brimming.

I don't mind suffering as long as it's really about something. I don't mind great luck, if it's about something. If it's the hollow stuff, then there's no gift, one way or the other.

While all bodies share the same fate, all voices do not.

A poem is like a score for the human voice.

People who read poetry have heard about the burning bush, but when you write poetry, you sit inside the burning bush.