“Moonlight and high wind.Dark poplars toss, insinuate the sea.”
“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.”
“Memory revises me.”
“But, no one can tell without ceaseour humanstory, and so we lose, lose”