I think there's a kind of desperate hope built into poetry that one really wants, hopelessly, to save the world. One is trying to say everything that can be said for the things that one loves while there's still time.

My cradle was a shoe.

Your absence has gone through me

But most love poetry is awful; nobody knows how to write good love poetry either. But that's not a reason not to write love poetry. Some of the best poetry ever written has been love poetry, and some of the greatest poetry ever written has been political poetry.

come back believer in shade believer in silence and elegance believer in ferns believer in patience believer in the rain

Send me out into another life lord because this one is growing faint I do not think it goes all the way

From what we cannot hold the stars are made.