My Mother Never Forgave My Father

A Poet Needs To Keep His Wilderness Alive Inside Him.

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.

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

Be What You Are. Give What Is Yours To Give. Have Style. Dare.

We Have All Been Expelled From The Garden, But The Ones Who Suffer Most In Exile Are Those Who Are Still Permitted To Dream Of Perfection.