“Sometimes,' she said, remembering that morning, 'I write poems that are taller than I am”
“Today is the first of August. It is hot, steamy and wet. It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem. But I remember what it said on one rejection slip: 'After a heavy rainfall, poems titled 'Rain' pour in from across the nation.”
“I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”
“...I am writing these poems from inside a lion...”
“Critics sometimes appear to be addressing themselves to works other than those I remember writing.”
“When I am asked how I began writing poems, I talk about the indifference of nature.”