Poetry finds its perilous equilibrium somewhere between music and speech.

What can I have that I still want?

I know you have much to bear with in me, and I really do sometimes in you, but I have never looked at friendship in a deep sense as easy or entirely comfortable.

One must think like a hero to behave like a merely decent human being.

Public education was not founded to give society what it wants. Quite the opposite.

over and over again I am struck by the wordiness of modern poetry, as if language had replaced experience and must be more and more extreme, intricate and in a way divorced from life itself. It seems as if what we all need is a great purification - but how will that come about?

It is curious how any making of order makes one feel mentally ordered, ordered inside.