The white sun like a moth on a string circles the southpole..

Poetry leads us to the unstructured sources of our beings, to the unknown, and returns us to our rational, structured selves refreshed. Having once e….

What destruction have I been blessed by?.

For though we often need to be restored to the small, concrete, limited, and certain, we as often need to be reminded of the large, vague, unlimited,….

Things go away to return, brightened for the passage.

Where but in the very asshole of comedown is redemption: as where but brought low, where but in the grief of failure, loss, error do we discern the s….

Besides the actual reading in class of many poems, I would suggest you do two things: first, while teaching everything you can and keeping free of it….

I have reached no conclusions, have erected no boundaries, shutting out and shutting in, separating inside from outside: I have drawn no lines.

Anything looked at closely becomes wonderful..

Is it not careless to become too local when there are four hundred billion stars in our galaxy alone..

I can't tell you where a poem comes from, what it is, or what it is for: nor can any other man. The reason I can't tell you is that the purpose of a ….

Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing..

The poet exposes himself to the risk. All that has been said about poetry, all that he has learned about poetry, is only a partial assurance..

The walk liberating, I was released from forms, from the perpendiculars, straight lines, blocks, boxes, binds of thought into the hues, shadings, ris….

Each poem in becoming generates the laws by which it is generated: extensions of the laws to other poems never completely take..

Though I have looked everywhere / I can find nothing lowly / in the universe..

You have your identity when you find out, not what you can keep your mind ON, but what you can't keep your mind OFF..

I take the walk to be the externalization of an interior seeking so that the analogy is first of all between the external and the internal..

If the greatest god is the stillness all the motions add up to, then we must ineluctably be included..

It's not a love of poetry readings that attracts those who do come to them but theater..

Even if you walk exactly the same route each time - as with a sonnet - the events along the route cannot be imagined to be the same from day to day, ….