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

Also I wanted to be able to love And we all know how that one goes, don't we? Slowly

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.

Writers sometimes give up what is most strange and wonderful about their writing - soften their roughest edges - to accommodate themselves toward a group response.

My first two books are out of print and, okay, they can sleep there comfortably. It's early work, derivative work.

Today again I am hardly myself. It happens over and over.

This is the first, wildest, and wisest thing I know, that the soul exists, and that it is built entirely out of attention.