Poetry is telling something to someone.
Memory is a poet, not an historian.
Bedeviled, human, your plight, in waking, is to choose from the words that even now sleep on your tongue, and to know that tangled among them and terribly new is the sentence that could change your life.
Poetry holds the knowledge that we are alive and that we know we're going to die.
Each of us suffers with envy/for the forgiven.
We tell each other stories to help each other live. Thatโs why I read poetry. I read poetry to stay alive. Thatโs why I went to poetry in the first place, thatโs why I stay with it, thatโs why Iโll never leave it.