“All night I was awake with useless sympathy what use is childhood that falls to its death”
“what use is a childhood?”
“The poetry of attention is not metaphysical. It trusts the opened eye to see. By faith, the eye stays open. And so the work of poetry is trust that, by faith, is shown to be no work at all.”
“I walk reciting every quiet word I know...”
“And so it was that I became an anthology piece translated along with many others out of the French into your small arms though I am a phantom”
“Still, I love a crowd of us.”
“The world has a body and I have none”