I feel that anything is possible in a poem.

From the reader's view, a poem is more demanding than prose.

...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.

These wrinkles are nothing These gray hairs are nothing, This stomach which sags with old food, these bruised and swollen ankles, my darkening brain, they are nothing. I am the same boy my mother used to kiss.

Poems not only demand patience, they demand a kind of surrender. You must give yourself up to them. This is the real food for a poet: other poems, not meat loaf.

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

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