I Like An Ending That's Both A

When They Shall Paint Our Sockets Gray And Light Us Like A Stinking Fuse, Remember That We Once Could Say, Yesterday We Had A World To Lose.

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

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

I Want To Write Poems That Are Natural, Luminous, Deep, Spare. I Dream Of An Art So Transparent That You Can Look Through And See The World.

An Old Poet Ought Never To Be Caught With His Technique Showing.