“Memory revises me.”

“a bruise, bluein the muscle, youimpinge upon me.As bone hugs the ache home, soI'm vexed to love you, your bodythe shape of returns, your hair a torsoof light, your heatI must have, your openingI'd eat, each momentof that soft-finned fruit,inverted fountain in which I don't see me.”

“I am that last, thatfinal thing, the bodyin a white sheet listening,”

“We suffer each other to have each other a while.”

“A poem is like a score for the human voice.”

“People who read poetry have heard about the burning bush, but when you write poetry, you sit inside the burning bush.”

“Moonlight and high wind.Dark poplars toss, insinuate the sea.”