What we conceal Is always more than what we dare confide. Think of the letters that we write our dead..

Old empires always appeal to modern poets more than new ones..

The purpose of arts education is not to produce more artists, though that is a byproduct. The real purpose of arts education is to create complete hu….

Everyone enjoys stories of double lives and secret identities. Children have Superman; intellectuals have Wallace Stevens..

Yet the stones remain less real to those who cannot name them, or read the mute syllables graven in silica. To see a red stone is less than seeing it….

Poetry offers a way of understanding and expressing existence that is fundamentally different from conceptual thought..

Being so deeply rooted in one place and culture allows a genuine writer to experiment wildly with the material without ever losing touch with its ess….

We lived in places that we never knew. We could not name the birds perched on our sill, Or see the trees we cut down for our view. What we possessed ….

Paradoxically, the simpler poetry is, the more difficult it becomes for a critic to discuss intelligently. Trained to explicate, the critic often los….

My blessed California, you are so wise. You render death abstract, efficient, clean. Your afterlife is only real estate, And in his kingdom Death mus….

Poetry is not a creed or dogma. It is a special way of speaking and listening..

Current Catholic worship often ignores the essential connection between truth and beauty, body and soul, at the center of the Catholic worldview. The….

There are some truths about life that can be expressed only as stories, or songs, or images. Art delights, instructs, consoles. It educates our emoti….

In an age of global standardization, regional voices also remind both writer and reader that no life is lived generically. If the purpose of literatu….

Art is an irreplaceable way of understanding and expressing the world..

This is a prayer, inchoate and unfinished, for you, my love, my loss, my lesion, a rosary of words to count out time's illusions, all the minutes, ho….

It seems to me that awakening to the full potential of what your life might be - beyond the possibilities of your own family, your own class, your ow….

Once an author finishes a poem, he becomes merely another reader. I may remember what I intended to put into a text, but what matters is what a reade….

Twisting through the thorn-thick underbrush, scratched and exhausted, one turns suddenly to find an unexpected waterfall, not half a mile from the ne….

Money. You don't know where it's been, but you put it where your mouth is. And it talks!.

Teach us the names of what we have destroyed..