A number of poems don't work alone. They need to fit together to work.

Language is as fragile as the little alpine plant.

I want literature to open all the doors that I can't open by myself, and to allow me to see things that I wouldn't otherwise see.

I can't remember the past, or I can't see very clearly, or I've gotten older and the person I was isn't there anymore, and the place I grew up isn't where I live now.

I think those of us who use language are always trying for this, trying to keep everything from floating away by trying to write about it despite failure.

I spend a lot of time revising. I'm not somebody who can move slowly.

If it's a drop of dew, it will dissolve.