The heart breaks and breaks and lives by breaking it is necessary to go through dark and deeper dark and not to turn

The heart breaks and breaks and lives by breaking it is necessary to go through dark and deeper dark and not to turn

The unconscious creates, the ego edits.

The poem comes in the form of a blessing, like rapture breaking on the mind.

I dropped my hoe and ran into the house and started to write this poem, 'End of Summer.’ It began as a celebration of wild geese. Eventually the geese flew out of the poem, but I like to think they left behind the sound of their beating wings.

...few young poets [are] testing their poems against the ear. They're writing for the page, and the page, let me tell you, is a cold bed.

Certainly the modern poets I cherish most are disturbing spirits; they do not come to coo.