Forward My Mail To Mars.

A Poet Needs To Keep His Wilderness Alive Inside Him. To Remain A Poet After Forty Requires An Awareness Of Your Darkest Africa, That Part Of Yourself That Will Never Be Tamed.

The Poem In The Head Is Always Perfect. Resistance Begins When You Try To Convert It Into Language.

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.

How Shall The Heart Be Reconciled / To Its Feast Of Losses?