Love Doesn't Need A Reason. Hate Needs

I Write Poems To Find Out Why I Write Them

My Wife's Dying Upstairs And I Can't Do Anything About It. I Look In Her Face And I See The Memories There. I See How I Hurt Her And How I Said The Wrong Things And How I Got Angry And How I Wasn't The Man She Hoped I'd Be. I See That In Her Face And I See She's Going To Die With That. You Think I'm Not Preoccupied?

It Was As If Pain Were A Room He Had Entered And The Door Had Been Locked Behind Him.

A Poem Is A Window That Hangs Between Two Or More Human Beings Who Otherwise Live In Darkened Rooms.

Baudelaire's L'héautontimorouménos Was Long Seen To Be A Sexual Sadomasochistic Poem, It Is Now Generally Accepted That The Poem Is About Writing Poetry.