We are blind and live our blind lives out in blindness. Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of the angels.
Hold back the edges of your gown, Ladies, we are going through hell.
What can any of us do with his talent but try to develop his vision so that through frequent failures we may learn better what we have missed in the past.
Time is a storm in which we are all lost.
unsignificantlyoff the coastthere wasa splash quite unnoticedthis was Icarus drowning
All women are not Helen, I know that, but have Helen in their hearts.
The business of love is cruelty which,by our wills, we transform to live together.
Their story, yours, mine - it's what we all carry with us on this trip we take, and we owe it to each other to respect our stories and learn from them.
I think all writing is a disease. You can't stop it.
If it ain't a pleasure, it ain't a poem.
For the beginning is assuredlythe end- since we know nothing, pureand simple, beyondour own complexities.
Danse Russe If I when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists above shining trees,-- if I in my north room dance naked, grotesquely...
What power has love but forgiveness?In other wordsby its interventionwhat has been donecan be undone.What good is it otherwise?