Each man carries within him the soul of a poet who died young.
A poet must leave traces of his passage, not proof.
I hate French poetry. What measured glitter!
A poet’s work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them.
Truth shines the brighter, clad in verse.
I’ve written some poetry I don’t understand myself.
And take back ill-polished stanzas to the anvil.
I would as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down.