What was difficult was the travel, which, on arrival, is forgotten.

I am attracted to ellipsis, to the unsaid, to suggestion, to eloquent, deliberate silence. The unsaid, for me, exerts great power: often I wish an entire poem could be made in this vocabulary. It is analogous to the unseen.

I had nothing and I was still changed. Like a costume, my numbness was taken away. Then hunger was added.

We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.

So you couldn't protect yourself? The absolute erodes; the boundary, the wall around the self erodes. If I was waiting I had been invaded by time. But do you think you're free? I think I recognize the patterns of my nature. Bud do you think you're free? I had nothing and I was still changed. Like a costume, my numbness was taken away. Then hunger was added.

Birth, not death, is the hard loss.

From the beginning of time, in childhood, I thought that pain meant I was not loved. It meant I loved.