Although I Know It's Unfair, I Reveal

Now And Again I Feel The Astonishment Of Being Alive Like This, In This Body.

A True Inner World Is Often Revealed By Style And Sensibility As Much As By What Appears To Be Confession.

I've Tried To Become Someone Else For A While, Only To Discover That He, Too, Was Me.

Oh Abstractions Are Just Abstract Until They Have An Ache In Them.

A Good Many Of My Poems Over The Years Have Alluded To Or Taken On The Political. Stevens Has A Line In One Of His Essays: "reality Exerts Pressure On The Imagination." Inevitably What Is Omnipresent In The Culture Exerts Its Pressure On Our Imaginations To Respond To It, Even If Indirectly. But In This Case The Backdrop Of 9/11, Coincident With The Breakup Of A Marriage, The Finding Of New Love, Some Kind Of Personal Cataclysm... All Of Those Were Forces Informing The Poems In Some Way.