The future is always beginning now.
We’re only here for a short while. And I think it’s such a lucky accident, having been born, that we’re almost obliged to pay attention.
Each moment is a place you've never been.
Even this late it happens the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air. Even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.
If every head of state and every government official spent an hour a day reading poetry we'd live in a much more humane and decent world.
Once you start describing nothingness, you end up with somethingness.
These wrinkles are nothing These gray hairs are nothing, This stomach which sags with old food, these bruised and swollen ankles, my darkening brain, they are nothing. I am the same boy my mother used to kiss.
A poem is a place where the conditions of beyondness and withinness are made palpable, where to imagine is to feel what it is to be. It allows us to have the life we are denied because we are too busy living. Even more paradoxically, poetry permits us to live in ourselves as if we were just out of reach of ourselves.
Poetry is about slowing down. You sit and you read something, you read it again, and it reveals a little bit more, and things come to light you never could have predicted.
Poetry is, first and last, language - the rest is filler.
We are reading the story of our lives As though we were in it As though we had written it.
I feel that anything is possible in a poem.
Pain is filtered in a poem so that it becomes finally, in the end, pleasure.
Poems not only demand patience, they demand a kind of surrender. You must give yourself up to them. This is the real food for a poet: other poems, not meat loaf.
When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my body's been.
She stood beside me for years, or was it a moment? I cannot remember. Maybe I loved her, maybe I didn't. There was a house, and then no house. There were trees, but none remain. When no one remembers, what is there? You, whose moments are gone, who drift like smoke in the afterlife, tell me something, tell me anything.
A life is not sufficiently elevated for poetry, unless, of course, the life has been made into an art.
And at least in poetry you should feel free to lie. That is, not to lie, but to imagine what you want, to follow the direction of the poem.
Life makes writing poetry necessary to prove I really was paying attention.
I haven’t met God and I haven’t been to heaven, so I’m skeptical.
No voice comes from outer space, from the folds of dust and carpets of wind to tell us that this is the way it was meant to happen, that if only we knew how long the ruins would last we would never complain.
The burial of feelings has begun.
For some of us, the less said about the way we do things the better.
From the reader's view, a poem is more demanding than prose.
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry.
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