The Heart Breaks And Breaks And Lives

A Poem Has Secrets That The Poet Knows Nothing Of.

A Poet Needs To Keep His Wilderness Alive Inside Him. To Remain A Poet After Forty Requires An Awareness Of Your Darkest Africa, That Part Of Yourself That Will Never Be Tamed.

Poetry Is The Enemy Of The Poem.

We Have To Learn How To Live With Our Frailties. The Best People I Know Are Inadequate And Unashamed.

A Longing For The Dance Stirs In The Buried Life.