People who read poetry have heard about the burning bush, but when you write poetry, you sit inside the burning bush.
Maybe being winged means being wounded by infinity.
The lyric self is the self; the narrative self is not.
A poem is like a score for the human voice.
I am that last, that final thing, the body in a white sheet listening.
Every time you write a poem it’s apocalyptic. You’re revealing who you really are to yourself.