Every poem holds the unspeakable inside it. The unsayable... The thing that you can't really say because it's too complicated. It's too complex for us. Every poem has that silence deep in the center of it.

Without devotion any life becomes a stranger's story...told for the body to forget what it once loved.

Each of us suffers with envy/for the forgiven.

A traitor commits his crime but once. The rest/is retribution.

I am living. I remember you.

But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass, say, the window of the corner video store, and I'm gripped by a cherishing so deep for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I'm speechless: I am living. I remember you.

Poetry holds the knowledge that we are alive and that we know we're going to die.