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 spend a lot of time revising. I'm not somebody who can move slowly.
The days start to be charged not because tomorrow you're leaving, but because in three weeks you're leaving. The future impinges. So you start to think about the frame.
If it's a drop of dew, it will dissolve.
Our mind is dark in some way, and so we use rhetoric as a kind of prop or foil.