Now All My Teachers Are Dead Except

I Needed My Mistakes In Their Order To Get Me Here

You Grieve Not That Heaven Does Not Exist But That It Exists Without Us

After An Age Of Leaves And Feathers Someone Dead Thought Of The Mountain As Money And Cut The Trees That Were Here And The Wind And The Rain At Night. It Is Hard To Say It.

There Are Poets Who Believe That You Shouldn't Engage At All In Any Cause. And There's Something To Be Said For That. Because You Don't Want To - I Think Most Political Poetry Is Very Bad. And It's Very Bad Because You Know Too Much To Start With. You Have A Sense That You're Right, And You're Trying To Tell Other People What's Right. And I Think That's Always Kind Of Fundamentalism, And I Don't Like It.

Separation Your Absence Has Gone Through Me Like Thread Through A Needle. Everything I Do Is Stitched With Its Color.