Once you lose someone it is never exactly the same person who comes back.

... 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.

A family is a mystery.

Well, 'The Wellspring' was written from 1983 to 1986. And it had a section in the beginning that was poems that began from others' experience.

The teaching is very rewarding, and very time-consuming, and very exhausting. But it's wonderful. The community here at NYU is very precious to me.

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.

It might be a bad thing, not to know what's going on in the world. I can't say I really approve of it.