It Is My Heart That's Late, It

The Poem Comes In The Form Of A Blessing, Like Rapture Breaking On The Mind.

Poetry Is The Enemy Of The Poem.

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

In Every House Of Marriage There's Room For An Interpreter.

One Critic Wrote . . . That My Poems Sounded As Though They Had Been Translated From The Hungarian. I Don't Know Why, But Somehow That Made Me Feel Quite Lighthearted.