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

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.

...In another time, What cannot be seen will define us, and we shall be prompted To say that language is error, and all things are wronged By representation. The self, we shall say, can never be Seen with a disguise, and never be seen without one.

The reality of a poem is a very ghostly one. It suggests, it suggests, it suggests again.

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

To open the dictionary of the Beyond and discover what one suspected, that the only word in it is nothing.

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