The machinations of ambiguity are among the very roots of poetry.

The heart of standing is that you cannot fly.

Proust has listed a great many reasons why it is impossible to be happy, but, in the course of being happy, one finds it difficult to remember them.

Poets, on the face of it, have either got to be easier or to write their own notes; readers have either got to take more trouble over reading or cease to regard notes as pretentious and a sign of bad poetry

Poetry contains nothing haphazard.

I'm afraid I take ... this rather clinical view of love: it's saving you from madness. I'm not so enthusiastic as other poets have been.

The machinations of ambiguity are among the very roots of poetry.