I consider myself kind of a reporter - one who uses words that are more like music and that have a choreography. I never think of myself as a poet; I just get up and write.

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

Poetry is one of the original arts, and it began, as did all the fine arts, within the original wilderness of the earth.

Every morning I walk like this around the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart ever close, I am as good as dead.

from the complications of loving you i think there is no end or return. no answer, no coming out of it. which is the only way to love, isn't it? this isn't a playground, this is earth, our heaven, for a while. therefore i have given precedence to all my sudden, sullen, dark moods that hold you in the center of my world. and i say to my body: grow thinner still. and i say to my fingers, type me a pretty song. and i say to my heart: rave on.

Of course! The path to heaven doesn't lie down in flat miles. It's in the imagination with which you perceive this world, and the gestures with which you honor it.

... Let us risk the wildest places, Lest we go down in comfort, and despair.