Lay Your Sleeping Head, My Love, Human

A Poet Is, Before Anything Else, A Person Who Is Passionately In Love With Language.

A False Enchantment Can All Too Easily Last A Lifetime.

Nobody Knows What The Cause Is, Though Some Pretend They Do; It Like Some Hidden Assassin Waiting To Strike At You. Childless Women Get It, And Men When They Retire; It As If There Had To Be Some Outlet For Their Foiled Creative Fire.

To Make One, There Must Be Two.

It Is A Sad Fact About Our Culture That A Poet Can Earn Much More Money Writing Or Talking About His Art Than He Can By Practicing It.