Rhythm to me is essentially what Hopkins called the taste of self. I taste myself as rhythm.
The first task of the poet is to create the person who will write the poems.
I can hardly wait for tomorrow, it means a new life for me each and every day.
The universe is a continuous web. Touch it at any point and the whole web quivers.
Memory is each man's poet-in-residence.
How shall the heart be reconciled / To its feast of losses?