I did not deceive him, he did not deceive me, I did not leave him, he did not leave me, I freed him, he freed me.

I didn't have time to sit down and look at the work of a year and choose what to type.

This creature of the poem may assemble itself into a being with its own centrifugal force.

... sometimes I can feel it, the way we are pouring slowly toward a curve and around it through something dark and soft, and we are bound to each other.

My poems - I don't even like the sound of that, in a way. Not that anyone else wrote them. But we know that only people who are really close to us care about our personal experience.

So I did quit coffee and I did quit smoking. But I haven't managed that with drinking!

Every poet I know - although there may be some I don't know who lead very different lives, who maybe live in the country and don't teach - tends to be just like the rest of us: just really busy, really overcommitted.