“...It's not that the worm forgives the plough; it gives it no mind. (Pain occurs, in passing.) (lines 37-39 in the poem 'Fantasia on a Theme from IKEA')”
“We are dust furrowed by the painful plough of Destiny to give birth to the emptiness of a time.”
“The cut worm forgives the plow.”
“In this quiet place on a quiet streetwhere no one ever finds usgently, lovingly, freedom gives back our pain.--from poem In a Quiet Place on a Quiet Street”
“...always-the sharp,plaintive edgeon the rimof the spoonof my giving.(lines 8-13 of the poem 'Confessions')”
“In the manner of one recognizing a line from a familiar poem in a strange book.”