For some of us, the less said about the way we do things the better.

I feel that anything is possible in a poem.

I am not concerned with truth, nor with conventional notions of what is beautiful.

Pain is filtered in a poem so that it becomes finally, in the end, pleasure.

The burial of feelings has begun.

Poems not only demand patience, they demand a kind of surrender. You must give yourself up to them. This is the real food for a poet: other poems, not meat loaf.

When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my body's been.