Every man expects some miracle — either from his mind or from his body or from someone else or from events.
Poems are never finished - just abandoned
To enter into your own mind you need to be armed to the teeth.
To write regular verses destroys an infinite number of fine possibilities, but at the same time it suggests a multitude of distant and totally unexpected thoughts.
Sometimes I think and other times I am.
Thought must be hidden in the verse like nutritional virtue in a fruit.