One writes because one has been touched by the yearning for and the despair of ever touching the Other.

Poetry: three mismatched shoes at the entrance of a dark alley.

In their effort to divorce language and experience, deconstructionist critics remind me of middle-class parents who do not allow their children to play in the street.

Poetry is an orphan of silence.

And all of a suddenIn the midst of that quiet,It seems possibleTo live simply on this earth.