Memory at last has what I sought.

They say the first love's most important. That's very romantic, but not my experience.

All the best have something in common, a regard for reality, an agreement to its primacy over the imagination. Even the richest, most surprising and wild imagination is not as rich, wild and surprising as reality. The task of the poet is to pick singular threads from this dense, colorful fabric.

They say the first sentence in any speech is always the hardest. Well, that one's behind me, anyway.

Loveless work, boring work, work valued only because others haven't got even that much, however loveless and boring - this is one of the harshest human miseries.

Such certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still

I started earning a living as a poet rather early on.