Let our scars fall in love.
Sometimes it is necessary
To reteach a thing its loveliness
The first step ... shall be to lose the way.
To me, poetry is somebody standing up, so to speak, and saying, with as little concealment as possible, what it is for him or her to be on earth at this moment.
Prose is walking; poetry is flying.
Never mind. The self is the least of it. Let our scars fall in love.
The wages of dying are love.