Letters Are So Much Easier Than Living.

For Poetry Is, I Believe, Always An Act Of The Spirit. The Poem Teaches Us Something While We Make It. The Poem Makes You As You Make The Poem, And Your Making Of The Poem Requires All Your Capacities Of Thought, Feeling, Analysis, And Synthesis.

For Art Is Order, But It Is Born Out Of The Chaos Of Life.

Poems Like To Have A Destination For Their Flight. They Are Homing Pigeons.

Where Joy In An Old Pencil Is Not Absurd.

There The Door Is Always Open Into The “holy” — Growth, Birth, Death.