If we are moved by a poem, it has meant something, perhaps something important, to us; if we are not moved, then it is, as poetry, meaningless.

There are flood and drought over the eyes and in the mouth, dead water and dead sand contending for the upper hand. The parched eviscerate soil gapes at the vanity of toil, laughs without mirth. This is the death of the earth.

The old should be explorers, be curious, risk transgression, explore oldness itself.

War is not a life: it is a situation, one which may neither be ignored nor accepted.

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant

If you do not push the boundaries, you will never know where they are.

I was too slow a mover to be a boxer. It was much easier to be a poet.