I deliberately decided to write a kind of guide to leather bars for straight people, for people not into leather, so that people could see what it wa….

Deep feeling doesn't make for good poetry. A way with language would be a bit of help..

I don't know how to sit outside myself and test against a hypothetical self who stayed home..

There have been two popular subjects for poetry in the last few decades: the Vietnam War and AIDS, about both of which almost all of us have felt dee….

One joins the movement in a valueless world, Choosing it, till both hurler and the hurled, One moves as well, always toward, toward..

I had assumed that I would age with all my friends growing old around me, dying off very gradually one by one. And here was a plague that cut them of….

I try not to observe myself in the process of composing a poem because I don't want to come up with a formula, which I would then be unscrupulous in ….

Thus for each blunt-faced ignorant one The great grey rigid uniform combined Safety with virtue of the sun. Thus concepts linked like chainmail in th….

We learned in the university to consider Wordsworth and Keats as Romantics. They were only a generation apart, but Wordsworth didn't even read Keats'….

Direct me gods, whose changes are all holy, To where it flickers deep in grass, the moly..

My old teacher's definition of poetry is an attempt to understand..

My thoughts are crowded with death and it draws so oddly on the sexual that I am confused to be attracted by, in effect, my own annihilation..

We tend to put poems into factions. And it restricts our reading..

We control the content of our dreams..

How sociable the garden was. We ate and talked in given light. The children put their toys to grass All the warm wakeful August night..

I deliberately wrote a poem in my last book where I was suggesting that there are other passions as great as or more important than the passion of se….

The painter saw what was, an alternate Candor and secrecy inside the skin..

One is always nearer by not keeping still..

I work best in rhyme and meter. I was most confident of myself in that way..

I'm not sure I had ever written a fan letter before to a poet I had not met, but that's what I did when I read two poems by Gregory Woods ... I admir….

As if hands were enough To hold an avalanche off..