Every day I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light.

I've always wanted to write poems and nothing else.

Look, hasn't my body already felt like the body of a flower?

On poetry: Everyone wants to know what it means. But nobody is asking, How does it feel?

The sea is the most beautiful face in our universe.

Isn’t it wonderful the way the world holds both the deeply serious, and the unexpectedly mirthful?

I worked privately, and sometimes I feel that might be better for poets than the kind of social workshop gathering. My school was the great poets: I read, and I read, and I read.