Poetry is about slowing down. You sit and you read something, you read it again, and it reveals a little bit more, and things come to light you never….

A poem is a place where the conditions of beyondness and withinness are made palpable, where to imagine is to feel what it is to be. It allows us to….

I feel that anything is possible in a poem..

Pain is filtered in a poem so that it becomes finally, in the end, pleasure..

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry..

I haven’t met God and I haven’t been to heaven, so I’m skeptical..

No voice comes from outer space, from the folds of dust and carpets of wind to tell us that this is the way it was meant to happen, that if only we k….

We are reading the story of our lives As though we were in it As though we had written it..

We’re only here for a short while. And I think it’s such a lucky accident, having been born, that we’re almost obliged to pay attention..

Poetry is, first and last, language - the rest is filler..

For some of us, the less said about the way we do things the better..

And at least in poetry you should feel free to lie. That is, not to lie, but to imagine what you want, to follow the direction of the poem..

She stood beside me for years, or was it a moment? I cannot remember. Maybe I loved her, maybe I didn't. There was a house, and then no house. There ….

If every head of state and every government official spent an hour a day reading poetry we'd live in a much more humane and decent world..

Each moment is a place you've never been..

Even this late it happens the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour in….

These wrinkles are nothing These gray hairs are nothing, This stomach which sags with old food, these bruised and swollen ankles, my darkening brain,….

In a field I am the absence of field.That is always the case. Wherever I am, I am what is missing. When I walk I part the air and always the air move….

When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my body's been..

Once you start describing nothingness, you end up with somethingness..

The future is always beginning now..