In a murderous time/the heart breaks and breaks/and lives by breaking.
An old poet ought never to be caught with his technique showing.
Deftly they opened the brain of a child, and it was full of flying dreams.
End with an image and don't explain.
I want to write poems that are natural, luminous, deep, spare. I dream of an art so transparent that you can look through and see the world.
A poet needs to keep his wilderness alive inside him.