Poets may be delightful creatures in the meadow or the garret, but they are menaces on the assembly line.

...if you do not even understand what words say,how can you expect to pass judgementon what words conceal?

Saturated Arrogance...imprisoned musescried to be freeshe took away their quillsand saiddo not bother me...

Every writer should know their target. Aim for the heart ~ hit that and all which follows is sheer ecstasy.

i am infinitely yearningbrimmingand overflowingin wordsi discoverit’s another wayfor meto be in tears.

The most complicated skill is to be simple. Even if you tried in this world you will wage war with yourself.

. . . poetry, like all imaginative creations, divines the human enterprise. This is poetry's social value.

You were the poem I never knew how to write because no words could describe the wind you cannot see, but feel.

Poetry is a finikin thing of airThat lives uncertainly and not for longYet radiantly beyond much lustier blurs.

A single wire hanger on a nail by itselfIsn't bad though a stack of them on a floorIs too gloomy for words.

I am the poet, you are the poem; I hold the pen, you are the words, love is the ink, silence is the blank page.

A writer will divine a metaphor from a pattern on a dress, or a gesture, because sunsets have been done before.

This seems to me a philosophical question, and therefore irrelevant, question. A poet's destiny is to love.

My job as a poet, is not to succumb to despair but to find in words, an antidote for the emptiness of existence.

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