The Ear Writes My Poems, Not The

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

The Poem Comes In The Form Of A Blessing, Like Rapture Breaking On The Mind.

We Have To Learn How To Live With Our Frailties. The Best People I Know Are Inadequate And Unashamed.

A Longing For The Dance Stirs In The Buried Life.

You Must Be Careful Not To Deprive The Poem Of Its Wild Origin.