Every poem, formal or free, has an ideal shape, and the job of the poet is to find it..

I loved a woman whose beauty Like the moon moved all the humming heavens to music till the stars with their tiny teeth burst into song and I fell on ….

The trick is, to treat your days as if each one may be your last..

If you're hooked on the physical act of writing, there's a good chance of your hanging in there long enough to say what you were born to say..