Looking at the sky last night and the moon in the first fresh dark, just a few stars, bright with their cold flares, I had a little crumpled thought,….

Snow falling softly on lashes of eyes you love, and a cold cheek growing warm next to your own in hushed dark familial December..

The aim of the poet, or other artist, is first to make something; and it's impossible to make something out of words and not communicate.

What are the questions you wish to ask?.

However, if a poem can be reduced to a prose sentence, there can't be much to it..

In the past I have declined to comment on my own work: because, it seems to me, a poem is what it is; because a poem is itself a definition, and to t….

A nothing day full of wild beauty .... Little fish stream by, a river in water..

It seems to me that readers sometimes make the genesis of a poem more mysterious than it is (by that I perhaps mean, think of it as something outside….

I do not usually revise much, though I often cut, particularly the end or toward the end of a poem.

I wish i could press snowflakes in a book like flowers..

It is always pleasant to learn that someone takes an interest in a work which one enjoyed writing.

One tends to write beyond what's needed.