I Wanted A Line In A Poem

The Truth Doesn't Care What We Think Of It.

History Is The Gradual Instant

Translation Is A Kind Of Transubstantiation; One Poem Becomes Another. You Can Choose Your Philosophy Of Translation Just As You Choose How To Live: The Free Adaptation That Sacrifices Detail To Meaning, The Strict Crib That Sacrifices Meaning To Exactitude. The Poet Moves From Life To Language, The Translator Moves From Language To Life; Both, Like The Immigrant, Try To Identify The Invisible, What's Between The Lines, The Mysterious Implications.

Any Given Moment - No Matter How Casual, How Ordinary - Is Poised, Full Of Gaping Life.

The Dead Leave Us Starving With Mouths Full Of Love.” From “memoriam