Outrage and possibility are in all the poems we know.

However confused the scene of our life appears, however torn we may be who now do face that scene, it can be faced, and we can go on to be whole.

Always our wars have been our confessions of weakness

I am working out the vocabulary of my silence.

The fear of poetry is an indication that we are cut off from our own reality.

Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry.

One writes in order to feel.