Let Cloud Shapes Swarm, /

A Poet Never Takes Notes. You Never Take Notes In A Love Affair.

Hope Is Not Found In A Way Out But A Way Through.

When Clever People Ask Me Where I Get A Poem, I Despair.

We Cannot Tell Some People What It Is Believe, Partly Because They Are Too Stupid To Understand, Partly Because We Are Too Proudly Vague To Explain.

I Could Define Poetry This Way: It Is That Which Is Lost Out Of Both Prose And Verse In Translation.