Even this late it happens: the coming of love, the coming of light.
I believe that all poetry is formal in that it exists within limits, limits that are either inherited by tradition or limits that language itself imposes.
I feel that anything is possible in a poem.
To open the dictionary of the Beyond and discover what one suspected, that the only word in it is nothing.
I have been eating poetry.
When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my body's been.