Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.
Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket.
Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all the others were making ships.
Making art in America is about saving one's soul.
A true confession: I believe in a soluble fish.
One writes because one has been touched by the yearning for and the despair of ever touching the Other.
Poetry: three mismatched shoes at the entrance of a dark alley.
In their effort to divorce language and experience, deconstructionist critics remind me of middle-class parents who do not allow their children to play in the street.
Poetry is an orphan of silence.
The ambition of much of today's literary theory seems to be to find ways to read literature without imagination.
For Emily Dickinson every philosophical idea was a potential lover. Metaphysics is the realm of eternal seduction of the spirit by ideas.