Occupation: Poet Birth: November 18, 1939
This is the middle of my life, I think of it as a place, like the middle of a river, the middle of a bridge, halfway across, halfway over. I'm suppos….
Now I can see how that can happen. You can fall in love with anybody--a fool, a criminal, a nothing. There are no good rules..
You can’t buy it, but it has a price,” said Oryx. “Everything has a price..
Starlet sex scandal. Giant squid involved..
The world is being run by people my age, men my age, with falling-out hair and health worries, and it frightens me. When the leaders were older than ….
He has been trying to sing Love into existence again And he has failed.
You don't look back along time but down through it, like water. Sometimes this comes to the surface, sometimes that, sometimes nothing. Nothing goes ….
She had no images of this love. She could offer no anecdotes. It was a belief rather than a memory..
If I love you, is that a fact or a weapon?.
Madness is only an amplification of what you already are..
I don't want to look at something that determines me so completely..
Waste not want not. I am not being wasted. Why do I want?.
Creating some god for one's inspirations was always a good way to avoid accusations of pride should the scheme succeed, as well as the blame if did n….
A word after a word after a word is power..
She knows herself to be at the mercy of events, and she knows by now that events have no mercy..
Write down the thoughts and even more, write down a specific line. If you don't, it'll fly away forever..
Like many modern poets, I tend to conceal rhymes by placing them in the middle of lines, and to avoid immediate alliteration and assonance in favor o….
Why is it he feels some line has been crossed, some boundary transgressed? How much is too much, how far is too far?.
Old lovers go the way of old photographs, bleaching out gradually as in a slow bath of acid: first the moles and pimples, then the shadings. Then the….
Maybe sadness was a kind of hunger, she thought. Maybe the two went together..
When they came to harvest my corpse (open your mouth, close your eyes) cut my body from the rope, surprise, surprise: I was still alive. Tough luck, ….