Poetry is an orphan of silence..

If I believe in anything, it is in the dark night of the soul. Awe is my religion, and mystery is its church..

Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all others were making ships..

In their effort to divorce language and experience, deconstructionist critics remind me of middle-class parents who do not allow their children to pl….

The plain truth is we are going to die. Here I am, a teeny spec surrounded by boundless space and time, arguing with the whole of creation, shaking m….

Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them..

The secret wish of poetry is to stop time..

When people ask me how to find happiness in life I tell them, First learn how to cook..

He who cannot howl will not find his pack..

Insomnia is an all-night travel agency with posters advertising faraway places..

The highest levels of consciousness are wordless..

The world is beautiful but not sayable. That's why we need art..

Found objects, chance creations, ready-mades (mass-produced items promoted into art objects, such as Duchamp's "Fountain"-urinal as sculpture) abolis….

Here in the United States, we speak with reverence of authentic experience. We write poems about our daddies taking us fishing and breaking our heart….

One writes because one has been touched by the yearning for and the despair of ever touching the Other..

For Emily Dickinson every philosophical idea was a potential lover. Metaphysics is the realm of eternal seduction of the spirit by ideas..

Poetry: three mismatched shoes at the entrance of a dark alley..

Roberto Calasso's survey of the renewed interest in myth demonstrates how decisive the gods' influence was on modern literature. Calasso is not only ….

We name one thing and then another. That’s how time enters poetry. Space, on the other hand, comes into being through the attention we pay to each wo….

The religion of the short poem, in every age and in every literature, has a single commandment: Less is always more. The short poem rejects preamble ….

Silence is the only language god speaks..