Memory Is Each Man's Poet-in-residence.

Poetry Is The Enemy Of The Poem.

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

To Conquer A Piece Of Earth And Make It As Beautiful As One Can Dream Of It Being: That Is Art, Too. A Man Cannot Be Separated From The Earth. I Come Out Of The Garden Every Day Feeling, Oh, Inspired In A Way That One Needs In Order To Convert The Daily-ness Of The Life Into Something Greater Than That Little Life Itself.

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.

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