Much that is beautiful must be discarded So that we may resemble a taller Impression of ourselves.
Reading is a pleasure, but to finish reading, to come to the blank space at the end, is also a pleasure.
The facts of history have been too well rehearsed.
I don’t look on poetry as closed works. I feel they’re going on all the time in my head and I occasionally snip off a length.
I write with experiences in mind, but I don’t write about them, I write out of them.
Imagine a painter crucified by his subject!
I don’t find any direct statements in life. My poetry imitates or reproduces the way knowledge or awareness come to me, which is by fits and starts and by indirection. I don’t think poetry arranged in neat patterns would reflect that situation. My poetry is disjunct, but then so is life.