I die a little,In the echo of your silence.

My only wish is to be buried with my books.

And life goes on like this,an uncomplete poem.

Poems are lenses, mirrors, and X-ray machines.

I love being able to see an un-written future.

i am permanentlytannedin the summer of poetry.

Careful.The fall is quick,steep,and permanent.

Pause, why won't you let a woman love you?

As long as music survives, poetry will never die.

It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.

If I knew where poems came from, I'd go there.

The burning off and the gathering together are one.

Don't ask me what it means; ask me how it felt.

Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.

Don't ask me what it means; ask me what it felt.