Today is today, and yesterday is gone. There is no doubt.

sometimes i get up at dawn, and even my soul is wet.

The typewriter separated me from a deeper intimacy with poetry, and my hand brought me closer to that intimacy again.

Hands make the world each day.

You came to my life with what you were bringing, made of light and bread and shadow I expected you, and Like this I need you, Like this I love you, and to those who want to hear tomorrow that which I will not tell them, let them read it here, and let them back off today because it is early for these arguments.

I have named you queen. There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier. But you are the queen.

I like on the table, when we're speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine.