Pain can make a whole winter bright, like fever, force us to live deep and hard.
Routine is not a prison, but the way into freedom from time.
Poetry has a way of teaching one what one needs to know ... if one is honest.
When one's not writing poems - and I'm not at the moment - you wonder how you ever did it. It's like another country you can't reach.
I think that passion if really intense is always destructive if not to the two involved, always to other people.
We are all jellyfish, too pitiful and too afraid of being disliked to be honest.