Certainly The Modern Poets I Cherish Most

In My Darkest Night, When The Moon Was Covered And I Roamed Through Wreckage, A Nimbus-clouded Voice Directed Me: "live In The Layers, Not On The Litter." Though I Lack The Art To Decipher It, No Doubt The Next Chapter In My Book Of Transformations Is Already Written. I Am Not Done With My Changes.

The First Task Of The Poet Is To Create The Person Who Will Write The Poems.

Not That You Need To Be A Saint To Have Visions Worth Talking About. The Most Effective Prescription, I Suspect, Is To Be A Disciplined Sinner. Perfection, As Valery Noted, Is Work.

I Like An Ending That's Both A Door And A Window.

Darling, Do You Remember The Man You Married? Touch Me, Remind Me Who I Am.