From What We Cannot Hold The Stars

Laughter Was The Shape The Darkness Took Around The First Appearance Of The Light.

Separation Your Absence Has Gone Through Me Like Thread Through A Needle. Everything I Do Is Stitched With Its Color.

Any Work Of Art Makes One Very Simple Demand On Anyone Who Genuinely Wants To Get In Touch With It. And That Is To Stop. You've Got To Stop What You're Doing, What You're Thinking, And What You're Expecting And Just Be There For The Poem For However Long It Takes.

I Have Been Younger In October Than In All The Months Of Spring.

Modern Poetry, For Me, Began Not In English At All But In Spanish, In The Poems Of Lorca.