Only Brooms Know The Devil

Words Make Love On The Page Like Flies In The Summer Heat And The Poet Is Only The Bemused Spectator.

Inside My Empty Bottle I Was Constructing A Lighthouse While All Others Were Making Ships.

For Emily Dickinson Every Philosophical Idea Was A Potential Lover. Metaphysics Is The Realm Of Eternal Seduction Of The Spirit By Ideas.

The Ambition Of Much Of Today's Literary Theory Seems To Be To Find Ways To Read Literature Without Imagination.

We Name One Thing And Then Another. That’s How Time Enters Poetry. Space, On The Other Hand, Comes Into Being Through The Attention We Pay To Each Word. The More Intense Our Attention, The More Space, And There’s A Lot Of Space Inside Words.