Love begets love. This torment is my joy.
What falls away is always. And is near.
You must believe: a poem is a holy thing - a good poem, that is. The poem, even a short time after being written, seems no miracle; unwritten, it seems something beyond the capacity of the gods.
May my silences become more accurate.
I learn by going where I have to go.
The darkness has it's own light.