You must believe a poem is a holy thing, a good poem, that is.
The poet: would rather eat a heart than a hambone.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go.
I long for the imperishable quiet at the heart of form.
Teach as an old fishing guide takes out a beginner.
Over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley.