my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.
To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.
The typewriter separated me from a deeper intimacy with poetry, and my hand brought me closer to that intimacy again.
I love you as one loves certain dark things.
I'm not me but living matter fermenting and forming its own shapes in the fruitfulness of every day.
The best poet is the man who delivers our daily bread: the local baker.