Nothing is the destiny of everyone, it is our commonness made dumb.
When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my body's been.
There's a certain point, when you're writing autobiographical stuff, where you don't want to misrepresent yourself. It would be dishonest.
Usually a life turned into a poem is misrepresented.
The burial of feelings has begun.
It hardly seems worthwhile to point out the shortsightedness of those practitioners who would have us believe that the form of the poem is merely its shape.