I try to stay a civilian, to live as a human, not as a poet.
The phrase I like to use to describe my sense of time-a play on comparative literature - is comparative time.
Behind all this, some great happiness is hiding.
The reason a poet is a poet is to write poems, not to advertise himself as a poet.
Tonight I think again of many days that are sacrificed for one night of love. Of the waste and the fruit of the waste, of plenty and of fire. And how painlessly-time.
And as we stray further from love, we multiply the words. Had we remained together we could have become a silence.