He [the cat] wound himself around her legs, purring the purr of ardent desire like a kettle coming to a boil and then bubbling very fast.

Absence becomes the greatest Presence.

I cannot understand why poetry is not taught at schools as a way of seeing, a quick, untiring path to essentials.

The fact is that I have lived with the belief that power, any kind of power, was the one thing forbidden to poets. ... Power requires that the inner person never be unmasked. No, we poets have to go naked. And since this is so, it is better that we stay private people; a naked public person would be rather ridiculous, what?

Go rich in poverty. Go rich in poetry. This nothingness is plentitude.

True feeling justifies whatever it may cost.

It is always hard to hear the buried truth from another person.