“...telling doesn't help me - it helps you. As Wilde says, It is the confession, not the priest, that gives absolution...”

“...You say you don't mistrust me, yet you quote Chrysostom - Hell is paved with priests' skulls....”

“...you called me poet-priest - I am. ...devoted to my art, faithful to you...or, is the other way around?...”

“...maybe I am just your priest - or a churl - perhaps you mistrust me the way the medievals mistrusted monks...”

“...at seventeen I tried to write poetry confining myself solely to Anglo-Saxon words - don't know if it helped, but it made me more concrete ...”

“...you merely look at me and I want to confess, but don't - I've buried my heart under the floor boards, but you always dig it up...”

“...once I saw you in moonlight and I can tell you - the silvery dust of the stars doesn't shimmer like you...”