On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree

To succeed [,] consider what is as though it were past, deem yourself inevitable and take credit for it. If you no longer believe, enlarge the temple.

Modern poetry, for me, began not in English at all but in Spanish, in the poems of Lorca.

So this is what I am Pondering his eyes that could not Conceive that I was a creature to run from I who have always believed too much in words

I had hardly begun to read I asked how can you ever be sure that what you write is really any good at all and he said you can't you can't you can never be sure you die without knowing whether anything you wrote was any good if you have to be sure don't write

we travel far and fast and as we pass through we forget where we have been

My cradle was a shoe.