Pain Can Make A Whole

I Cannot Understand Why Poetry Is Not Taught At Schools As A Way Of Seeing, A Quick, Untiring Path To Essentials.

For Me A True Poem Is On The Way When I Begin To Be Haunted, When It Seems As If I Were Being Asked An Inescapable Question By An Angel With Whom I Must Wrestle To Get At The Answer.

I See A Certain Order In The Universe And Math Is One Way Of Making It Visible.

I Am Not A Greedy Person Except About Flowers And Plants, And Then I Become Fanatically Greedy.

Solitude Is One Thing And Loneliness Is Another.