I've often said that all poetry is political. This is because real poems deal with a human response to reality and politics is part of reality, history in the making. Even if a poet writes about sitting in a glass house drinking tea, it reflects politics.

The phrase I like to use to describe my sense of time-a play on comparative literature - is comparative time.

A flock of sheep near the airport or a high voltage generator beside the orchard: these combinations open up my life like a wound, but they also heal it. That's why my feelings always come in twos.

The memory of my father is wrapped up in white paper, like sandwiches taken for a day of work. Just as a magician takes towers and rabbits out of his hat, he drew love from his small body.

There are two languages: one as things seem to us and the other of knowledge.

I wanted to be calm, like a mound with all its cities destroyed, and tranquil, like a full cemetery.

God has pity on kindergarten children