Space ails us moderns: we are sick with space.

My definition of poetry (if I were forced to give one) would be this: words that have become deeds.

Suddenly, quietly, you realize that - from this moment forth - you will no longer walk through this life alone. Like a new sun this awareness arises within you, freeing you from fear, opening your life. It is the beginning of love, and the end of all that came before.

By working faithfully eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day.

Poetry is the renewal of words, setting them free, and that's what a poet is doing: loosening the words.

Something there is that doesn't love a wall, and wants it down.

I could define poetry this way: it is that which is lost out of both prose and verse in translation.