Occupation: Poet Birth: May 23, 1947 Death: April 22, 1995
I divested myself of despair and fear when I came here. Now there is no more catching one's own eye in the mirror, there are no bad books, no plastic….
My ear is not working, my poetry ear. I can't write a line that doesn't sound like pots and pans falling out of the cupboard..
Otherwise I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise. I ate cereal, sweet milk, ripe, flawless peach. It might have been other….
Be a good steward of your gifts. Protect your time. Feed your inner life. Avoid too much noise. Read good books, have good sentences in your ears. Be….
Everyone longs for love's tense joys and red delights..
Let it come, as it will, and don't be afraid. God does not leave us comfortless, so let evening come..
If you want a different life, you gotta start doing and learning different things..
There's just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the dust at your feet having squandered a fortune ….
The poet's job is to put into words those feelings we all have that are so deep, so important, and yet so difficult to name, to tell the truth in suc….
I am the one whose love overcomes you, already with you when you think to call my name..
A poet's job is to find a name for everything: to be a fearless finder of the names of things..
If it's darkness we're having, let it be extravagant..
The soul's bliss and suffering are bound together..