Because a poem is not written while running or while answering the phone. It's written in whatever minutes one has. Sometimes you have half an hour.

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

I was a late bloomer. But anyone who blooms at all, ever, is very lucky.

She'd crack A joke sharp as a tin lid Hot from the teeth of the can-opener, And cackle her crack-corn laugh.

Their spirits and their visions are embodied in their craft. And so is mine. It's not Jane Saw Puff. But the clarity of Jane Saw Puff is precious to me.

Poets are like steam valves, where the ordinary feelings of ordinary people can escape and be shown.

Seeing yourself as responsible for the quality of your relationship, as a prime mover in your life, I think is a bold, amazing step.