End With An Image And Don't Explain.

We Have All Been Expelled From The Garden, But The Ones Who Suffer Most In Exile Are Those Who Are Still Permitted To Dream Of Perfection.

The First Task Of The Poet Is To Create The Person Who Will Write The Poems.

An Old Poet Ought Never To Be Caught With His Technique Showing.

What Makes The Engine Go? Desire, Desire, Desire.

Not That You Need To Be A Saint To Have Visions Worth Talking About. The Most Effective Prescription, I Suspect, Is To Be A Disciplined Sinner. Perfection, As Valery Noted, Is Work.