Now I think poetry will save nothing from oblivion, but I keep writing about the ordinary because for me it's the home of the extraordinary, the only home.

You have to follow where the poem leads. And it will surprise you. It will say things you didn't expect to say. And you look at the poem and you realize, 'That is truly what I felt.' That is truly what I saw.

Now I think poetry will save nothing from oblivion, but I keep writing about the ordinary because for me it's the home of the extraordinary, the only home.

My father died when I was five, but I grew up in a strong family.

Back then, I couldn't have left a poem a year and gone back to it.

My earliest poems were a way of talking to somebody. I suppose to myself.

I find you in these tears, few, useless and here at last. Don't come back.