For me a true poem is on the way when I begin to be haunted, when it seems as if I were being asked an inescapable question by an angel with whom I must wrestle to get at the answer.

You will always be here with me; As long as I live, A towering figure of love.

Now I become myself. It’s taken time, many years and places.

No partner in a love relationship... should feel that he has to give up an essential part of himself to make it viable.

Poetry has a way of teaching one what one needs to know ... if one is honest.

Excellence costs a great deal.

Growing old is, of all things we experience, that which takes the most courage, and at a time when we have the least resources, especially with which to meet frustration.