Poetry Is The Enemy Of The Poem.

The Poem In The Head Is Always Perfect. Resistance Begins When You Try To Convert It Into Language.

A Poet Needs To Keep His Wilderness Alive Inside Him. To Remain A Poet After Forty Requires An Awareness Of Your Darkest Africa, That Part Of Yourself That Will Never Be Tamed.

A Poet Needs To Keep His Wilderness Alive Inside Him.

It Is My Heart That's Late, It Is My Song That's Flown.

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.