And yet, in a culture like ours, which is given to material comforts, and addicted to forms of entertainment that offer immediate gratification, it is surprising that so much poetry is written.

Poetry is something that happens in universities, in creative writing programs or in English departments.

Usually a life turned into a poem is misrepresented.

I haven’t met God and I haven’t been to heaven, so I’m skeptical.

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry.

We’re only here for a short while. And I think it’s such a lucky accident, having been born, that we’re almost obliged to pay attention.

Even this late it happens: the coming of love, the coming of light.