Poems like to have a destination for their flight. They are homing pigeons.
Most people have to talk so they won't hear.
when I am working I immediately feel hopeful.
Love is our human miracle.
The creative person, the person who moves from an irrational source of power, has to face the fact that this power antagonizes. Under all the superficial praise of the creative is the desire to kill. It is the old war between the mystic and the nonmystic, a war to the death.
Public education was not founded to give society what it wants. Quite the opposite.