Poetry is not the record of an event: it is an event.

Sometimes nothing is so solid to me as writing - I suppose that's what a vocation means - at times a torment, a bad conscience, but all in all, purpose and direction.

We are all old-timers, each of us holds a locked razor.

The Lord survives the rainbow of His will.

It's the light of the oncoming train.

I want to apologize for plaguing you with so many telephone calls last November and December. When the 'enthusiasm' is coming on me it is accompanied by a feverish reaching out to my friends. After its over I wince and wither.

Poetry is not the record of an event: it is an event.