I have been eating poetry.

I tend to like poems that engage me - that is to say, which do not bore me.

It came to my house. It sat on my shoulders. Your shadow is yours. I told it so. I said it was yours. I have carried it with me too long. I give it back.

In a field I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am I am what is missing.

A life is not sufficiently elevated for poetry, unless, of course, the life has been made into an art.

The burial of feelings has begun.

I don't really think it will make much difference to me when I'm dead whether I'm read or not . . . just as whether I'm dead or not won't mean much to me when I'm dead.