From the beginning of time, in childhood, I thought that pain meant I was not loved. It meant I loved.
Of two sisters one is always the watcher, one the dancer.
The love of form is a love of endings.
The advantage of poetry over life is that poetry, if it is sharp enough, may last.
17. The self ended and the world began. They were of equal size, commensurate, one mirrored the other. 18. The riddle was: why couldn't we live in the mind. The answer was: the barrier of the earth intervened.
We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.