In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.
Life is the elimination of what is dead.
Compare the silent rose of the sun And rain, the blood-rose living in its smell, With this paper, this dust. That states the point.
Poetry is a satifying of the desire for resemblance.
Key West, unfortunately, is becoming rather literary and artistic.
God is in me or else is not at all.