The Sun does not realise how wonderful it is until after a room is made.
I'm trying to stay open to the idea that the Internet is not the evil foe of publishing but the handmaiden that will turn out to be a blessing for poets and writers.
I think translation is an impossible job, and I admire the people who do it in a way that brings poetry to us that we wouldn't have access to.
I think we're always most interested in the things we're doing right now.
My books have come many years apart and each one seems to reflect a period of experience. Ending the book is like putting a period on a certain movement. Interior and external - both.
There are some books in which every poem is a facet of the same thing. So the book is like a piece of music. And there are books of poems that I love so much that I carry them around with me.
There's always some reason not to be writing and I regret the times I give in to that, because then writing feels strange - I feel like I have to reinvent the wheel. There are poets who don't have to do that.
Sanctification is possessing the mind of Christ.
There was once a town in the heart of America where all life seemed to live in harmony with its surroundings Then a strange blight crept over the area and everything began to change There was a strange stillness The few birds seen anywhere were moribund; they trembled violently and could not fly. It was a spring without voices. On the mornings that had once throbbed with the dawn chorus of scores of bird voices there was now no sound; only silence lay over the fields and woods and marsh.
Isn't it cool when the days that are supposed to feel good, actually do?
Before you condemn me my friends, I suggest you look deep inside you. For good and evil exists in us all.