A poet needs to keep his wilderness alive inside him. To remain a poet after forty requires an awareness of your darkest Africa, that part of yourself that will never be tamed.
An old poet ought never to be caught with his technique showing.
You must be careful not to deprive the poem of its wild origin.
I like an ending that's both a door and a window.
How shall the heart be reconciled / To its feast of losses?
Deftly they opened the brain of a child, and it was full of flying dreams.