Each of us is present, but partially.

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

I know that in some ways I operate from a kind of antiquated interest in imagery, while many contemporary poets are not so interested in imagery. I think part of it is my training, and just my visual sense of things.

Language is as fragile as the little alpine plant.

I'm really interested in what you remember, how you remember, what your perspective is as opposed to somebody else's.

Often poets fall into groups that exclude others, and don't pay attention to those who write in different ways. It seems so limited to me.

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.