God has pity on kindergarten children

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.

I try to stay a civilian, to live as a human, not as a poet.

Even if a poet writes about sitting in a glass house drinking tea, it reflects politics.

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.

And as we stray further from love, we multiply the words. Had we remained together we could have become a silence.