The poem springs from the half spoken words of the patient.... When asked, how I have for so many years continued an equal interest in medicine and the poem, I reply that they amount for me to nearly the same thing.

Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood's edge

beauty’ is related not to ‘loveliness’ but to a state in which reality plays a part.

You have the chicken, the hen, and the rooster. The chicken goes with the hen So who is having sex with the rooster?

It is almost impossible to state what one in fact believes, because it is almost impossible to hold a belief and to define it at the same time.

Poetry demands a different material than prose. It uses another facet of the same fact... the spontaneous conformation of language as it is heard.

First we have to see. Or first we have to be taught to see. We have to be taught to see here, because here is everywhere, related to everywhere else, and if we don't see, hear, taste, smell and feel in this place - not only will we never know anything but the world of sense will be by that much diminished everywhere.