Poetry is all nouns and verbs.

To wear the arctic fox you have to kill it.

We don't like flowers that do not wilt; they must die, and nine she-camel hairs aid memory.

In a poem the excitement has to maintain itself. I am governed by the pull of the sentence as the pull of a fabric is governed by gravity.

I never 'plan' a stanza. Words cluster like chromosomes, determining the procedure.

Life is energy, and energy is creativity. And even when individuals pass on, the energy is retained in the work of art, locked in it and awaiting release if only someone will take the time and the care to unlock it.

... imaginary gardens with real toads in them ... ... if you demand on one hand, the raw material of poetry in all its rawness and that which is on the other hand genuine, then you are interested in poetry.