Each moment is a place you've never been.

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

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

And at least in poetry you should feel free to lie. That is, not to lie, but to imagine what you want, to follow the direction of the poem.

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

We are reading the story of our lives As though we were in it As though we had written it.

We all have reasons for moving. I move to keep things whole.